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 Tajikistan and from London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba 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 Nico to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Donald Byrd,
48th St. Collective,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Sonics,
The Monks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rufus Thomas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Youth Brigade,
Nico,
Depeche Mode,
T. Rex,
The Knickerbockers,
Girls At Our Best!,
D'Angelo,
Joey Negro,
Roy Ayers,
Oblivians,
Alton Ellis,
Godley & Creme,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camouflage,
Ornette Coleman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cybotron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shoche,
Dual Sessions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lyres,
Aural Exciters,
Audionom,
Surgeon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The American Breed,
Suicide,
Slick Rick,
Das Ding,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chrome,
Isaac Hayes,
The Techniques,
The Saints,
X-Ray Spex,
10cc,
Roxy Music,
Liliput,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bad Manners,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ludus,
Iggy Pop,
Derrick May,
The Neon Judgement,
Second Layer,
Bush Tetras,
Bootsy Collins,
Brick,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.