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 Colombia and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gichy Dan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Ten City,
Morten Harket,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Swans,
Derrick May,
Sex Pistols,
Porter Ricks,
Rod Modell,
Arcadia,
Lee Hazlewood,
Magazine,
Make Up,
Swell Maps,
The Happenings,
KRS-One,
A Certain Ratio,
The Monochrome Set,
Scott Walker,
FM Einheit,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thompson Twins,
Angry Samoans,
Supertramp,
Jacob Miller,
JFA,
Parry Music,
L. Decosne,
Grey Daturas,
Yazoo,
Al Stewart,
Sam Rivers,
The Walker Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Warsaw,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Trumans Water,
Robert Görl,
Easy Going,
Cal Tjader,
Bad Manners,
Fatback Band,
Faust,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young,
Whodini,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roy Ayers,
Mad Mike,
The Misunderstood,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terry Callier,
Television Personalities,
Agent Orange,
a-ha,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donny Hathaway,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.