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 Jamaica and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Wire,
Man Parrish,
Crooked Eye,
Idris Muhammad,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The J.B.'s,
Loose Ends,
Cheater Slicks,
JFA,
EPMD,
Duran Duran,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nas,
Leonard Cohen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Second Layer,
The United States of America,
Stetsasonic,
D'Angelo,
DJ Style,
The Trojans,
Jacques Brel,
The Smoke,
Rod Modell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Modern Lovers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Cale,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hardrive,
Yazoo,
Monks,
Derrick Morgan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eddi Front,
The Electric Prunes,
The Litter,
Althea and Donna,
Josef K,
Excepter,
Rites of Spring,
Mandrill,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dead C,
Anakelly,
Funkadelic,
Grauzone,
The American Breed,
Robert Hood,
Howard Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rakim,
Bootsy Collins,
Ossler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Skatalites,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Christie,
Black Flag,
Charles Mingus,
the Swans,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.