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 Vietnam and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Donny Hathaway to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
DJ Style,
Little Man,
Eve St. Jones,
John Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
The Knickerbockers,
The Trojans,
Public Enemy,
Angry Samoans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric B and Rakim,
Slave,
The Vogues,
Reuben Wilson,
Roy Ayers,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Görl,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sight & Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Flash Fearless,
The Gories,
Second Layer,
MDC,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Organ,
Saccharine Trust,
Yaz,
Massinfluence,
X-Ray Spex,
Deepchord,
Audionom,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barbara Tucker,
Blossom Toes,
Cecil Taylor,
Adolescents,
Alton Ellis,
Oblivians,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pylon,
Black Sheep,
10cc,
Johnny Clarke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
The Five Americans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Last Poets,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fugazi,
Iggy Pop,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Heaven 17,
Glambeats Corp.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fall,
LL Cool J,
Oneida,
Soul II Soul,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.