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 Liberia and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 10cc 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Derrick Morgan,
A Certain Ratio,
New Age Steppers,
Eddi Front,
Aural Exciters,
Joyce Sims,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nirvana,
Mandrill,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sarah Menescal,
Ituana,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jerry's Kids,
Amon Düül,
Camouflage,
Country Teasers,
Goldenarms,
Groovy Waters,
Liliput,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quando Quango,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Raincoats,
Das Ding,
The Seeds,
Cybotron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Young Rascals,
The Sonics,
The Real Kids,
Pierre Henry,
Section 25,
The Kinks,
K-Klass,
Scientists,
Marvin Gaye,
Todd Rundgren,
Yazoo,
Morten Harket,
Cameo,
Nils Olav,
David Bowie,
Donald Byrd,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Wyatt,
E-Dancer,
Stockholm Monsters,
Surgeon,
Charles Mingus,
Mad Mike,
Matthew Halsall,
Lakeside,
Ohio Players,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.