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 East Timor and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Marvin Gaye to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ohio Players,
Pole,
Chris & Cosey,
Ituana,
Sun Ra,
Ronnie Foster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The J.B.'s,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gap Band,
CMW,
Panda Bear,
Pere Ubu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minny Pops,
the Bar-Kays,
Soul II Soul,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Starr,
The Angels of Light,
Blossom Toes,
Tomorrow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Young Rascals,
Easy Going,
Bad Manners,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The American Breed,
Black Moon,
48th St. Collective,
Cybotron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Josef K,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joy Division,
AZ,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
ABBA,
Swans,
Tom Boy,
Magazine,
David Axelrod,
Leonard Cohen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fear,
Derrick May,
Gang Green,
Half Japanese,
Hasil Adkins,
Minutemen,
Circle Jerks,
KRS-One,
The Invisible,
Television,
New Age Steppers,
Althea and Donna,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.