Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nigeria and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Throbbing Gristle to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
The Skatalites,
The Raincoats,
The Beau Brummels,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amon Düül,
Whodini,
Harmonia,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun City Girls,
Moebius,
Youth Brigade,
Scientists,
Crash Course in Science,
Grauzone,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Los Fastidios,
Thee Headcoats,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nick Fraelich,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
B.T. Express,
Oneida,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Lydon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grey Daturas,
Clear Light,
The Slackers,
Amazonics,
Man Parrish,
Inner City,
Surgeon,
James White and The Blacks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blancmange,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Smooth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fluxion,
The Evens,
New Age Steppers,
Todd Terry,
Desert Stars,
Rod Modell,
The Count Five,
Mark Hollis,
DJ Sneak,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Grass Roots,
Wolf Eyes,
Radio Birdman,
MDC,
Donny Hathaway,
Boredoms,
Minutemen,
Hardrive,
Magma,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.