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 Japan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Erykah Badu 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Scientists,
Hot Snakes,
Peter & Gordon,
Leonard Cohen,
Marvin Gaye,
The Real Kids,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare,
Don Cherry,
Tres Demented,
The Saints,
a-ha,
Newcleus,
Harpers Bizarre,
New York Dolls,
The Fall,
Judy Mowatt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
The Kinks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cameo,
Alton Ellis,
Monks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Hood,
The Pretty Things,
Mad Mike,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joy Division,
Danielle Patucci,
kango's stein massive,
The Blues Magoos,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Surgeon,
Henry Cow,
Todd Terry,
The Motions,
The Mummies,
Roxy Music,
Pharoah Sanders,
Young Marble Giants,
Rites of Spring,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bill Wells,
LL Cool J,
Flipper,
Al Stewart,
X-101,
The Martian,
Outsiders,
Cecil Taylor,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
JFA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sällskapet,
Pantytec,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.