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 Seychelles and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Barclay James Harvest 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Underground Resistance,
The Moleskins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun Ra,
Rapeman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Charles Mingus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sound Behaviour,
The Kinks,
Outsiders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yellowson,
D'Angelo,
Bill Wells,
Swell Maps,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minny Pops,
Agitation Free,
Rotary Connection,
The Index,
Von Mondo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Monolake,
Nas,
Nick Fraelich,
Juan Atkins,
Eddi Front,
The Zeros,
Boredoms,
Carl Craig,
The Dirtbombs,
Lakeside,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aural Exciters,
Eric Dolphy,
Patti Smith,
Can,
The Knickerbockers,
The Last Poets,
The Mojo Men,
Zapp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deepchord,
Bootsy Collins,
MDC,
Sarah Menescal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Essential Logic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Josef K,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thee Headcoats,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.