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 Egypt and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Brand Nubian to the jazz 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Siglo XX,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
X-101,
Fatback Band,
Tom Boy,
Gong,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radio Birdman,
The Slackers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nirvana,
X-Ray Spex,
Dead Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Todd Rundgren,
The Techniques,
Leonard Cohen,
Marmalade,
Brick,
Brass Construction,
The Shadows of Knight,
E-Dancer,
Second Layer,
Jacob Miller,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spoonie Gee,
Letta Mbulu,
The Doors,
Desert Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Real Kids,
Marine Girls,
June Days,
Drive Like Jehu,
KRS-One,
Cecil Taylor,
Suburban Knight,
Skaos,
the Germs,
The Dead C,
The New Christs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Drexciya,
K-Klass,
Tears for Fears,
The Dave Clark Five,
Livin' Joy,
Thompson Twins,
Grauzone,
Section 25,
LL Cool J,
John Coltrane,
Tubeway Army,
Model 500,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suicide,
The Electric Prunes,
The Moody Blues,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.