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 Turkey 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sight & Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Kaleidoscope,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aural Exciters,
Quadrant,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Motions,
Yaz,
The Gories,
Ponytail,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Byrd,
Susan Cadogan,
The Moody Blues,
The Velvet Underground,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aaron Thompson,
Animal Collective,
Reagan Youth,
the Soft Cell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mark Hollis,
The Mojo Men,
Flipper,
The Evens,
The Sound,
PIL,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang of Four,
The Birthday Party,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lucky Dragons,
Yusef Lateef,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Los Fastidios,
The Dirtbombs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yellowson,
Joy Division,
The Index,
Procol Harum,
Crash Course in Science,
Eddi Front,
The Grass Roots,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
World's Most,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Wyatt,
The Litter,
The Monochrome Set,
John Holt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Piero Umiliani,
kango's stein massive,
Isaac Hayes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.