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 Micronesia and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Rod Modell to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Section 25,
Moby Grape,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fortunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Marmalade,
Idris Muhammad,
Amon Düül,
Andrew Hill,
Roger Hodgson,
James White and The Blacks,
Flash Fearless,
Wings,
The Five Americans,
Kayak,
Theoretical Girls,
AZ,
Japan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Little Man,
Girls At Our Best!,
Young Marble Giants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeff Lynne,
Mandrill,
Urselle,
Monolake,
Freddie Wadling,
Das Ding,
Trumans Water,
The Shadows of Knight,
Second Layer,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Terry,
China Crisis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun Ra,
Barrington Levy,
Scientists,
Ken Boothe,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cramps,
The Count Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Womack,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yusef Lateef,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
MC5,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed,
CMW,
Marcia Griffiths,
Graham Central Station,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.