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 Germany and from New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Idris Muhammad to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Amazonics,
David Axelrod,
Subhumans,
Fela Kuti,
K-Klass,
Barrington Levy,
Grauzone,
Moby Grape,
Adolescents,
Judy Mowatt,
Ponytail,
The Monochrome Set,
Mandrill,
Organ,
Dark Day,
Mission of Burma,
Deadbeat,
Popol Vuh,
Public Image Ltd.,
Royal Trux,
Khruangbin,
Roy Ayers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Carl Craig,
Oneida,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Standells,
Pylon,
The Cure,
Connie Case,
The Dave Clark Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Scion,
Von Mondo,
Brass Construction,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Byrd,
The Leaves,
Idris Muhammad,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Charles Mingus,
Frankie Knuckles,
The American Breed,
Peter & Gordon,
The Divine Comedy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Todd Terry,
Rekid,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Derrick May,
Joe Smooth,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Human League,
Ice-T,
This Heat,
The Slackers,
Minnie Riperton,
Qualms,
Ronan,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.