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 Kosovo and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dorothy Ashby to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Nick Fraelich,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bush Tetras,
In Retrospect,
Thee Headcoats,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Green,
The Move,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jacques Brel,
Hoover,
The Evens,
Moss Icon,
Little Man,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Swans,
Anthony Braxton,
Franke,
The Selecter,
Ponytail,
Mo-Dettes,
Kerri Chandler,
Severed Heads,
Slave,
Pulsallama,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scientists,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Model 500,
Arab on Radar,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cowsills,
Bronski Beat,
Andrew Hill,
Mission of Burma,
The Tremeloes,
The Electric Prunes,
Archie Shepp,
Donald Byrd,
The Vogues,
Josef K,
Lou Christie,
the Slits,
Matthew Bourne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Litter,
Oneida,
Dual Sessions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brand Nubian,
EPMD,
Isaac Hayes,
Groovy Waters,
Rites of Spring,
Erasure,
Jimmy McGriff,
Magazine,
Make Up,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ornette Coleman,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.