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 Uruguay and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Derrick May to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Bobby Womack,
A Certain Ratio,
Tomorrow,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quadrant,
June of 44,
Rod Modell,
Fatback Band,
Maurizio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Derrick Morgan,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Green,
Erykah Badu,
Franke,
Tubeway Army,
Ultra Naté,
Royal Trux,
Young Marble Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Con Funk Shun,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Sheep,
Fad Gadget,
Cluster,
Cal Tjader,
The Cure,
Supertramp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joy Division,
Lightning Bolt,
Prince Buster,
Juan Atkins,
Wire,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eden Ahbez,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barry Ungar,
Television Personalities,
Electric Prunes,
The Grass Roots,
FM Einheit,
Warsaw,
The Real Kids,
Max Romeo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Parry Music,
Spoonie Gee,
The Evens,
Smog,
Brand Nubian,
Man Parrish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Divine Comedy,
Pantytec,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.