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 Belgium and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 The Buckinghams to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The American Breed,
The Fire Engines,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nas,
Robert Wyatt,
Carl Craig,
Blake Baxter,
Supertramp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Brass Construction,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Association,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Icehouse,
Tubeway Army,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gong,
U.S. Maple,
Barbara Tucker,
The Smoke,
Yusef Lateef,
Yazoo,
The Evens,
The Selecter,
Albert Ayler,
Sandy B,
Neu!,
The Star Department,
Sight & Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeru the Damaja,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Move,
Faraquet,
Metal Thangz,
The Happenings,
The Blackbyrds,
Fear,
Frankie Knuckles,
Shuggie Otis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Juan Atkins,
Maleditus Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Visage,
Scientists,
Bobby Womack,
The Dave Clark Five,
Subhumans,
Babytalk,
Second Layer,
The Saints,
Animal Collective,
Livin' Joy,
Patti Smith,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.