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 Ghana and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the punk 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Prince Buster,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Byrd,
The Music Machine,
Rakim,
Royal Trux,
Television,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
KRS-One,
Steve Hackett,
Sonic Youth,
Unwound,
Dawn Penn,
Ludus,
Marvin Gaye,
Jandek,
Gichy Dan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oneida,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sugar Minott,
Ohio Players,
The Pop Group,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Prunes,
The Human League,
The Golliwogs,
Kurtis Blow,
Con Funk Shun,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare,
In Retrospect,
Dual Sessions,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Searchers,
Amazonics,
Urselle,
Quando Quango,
Rod Modell,
The Vogues,
Spandau Ballet,
Trumans Water,
Half Japanese,
The Fire Engines,
The Detroit Cobras,
Glenn Branca,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Agitation Free,
Angry Samoans,
The Names,
Motorama,
Nation of Ulysses,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Birthday Party,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yellowson,
Scion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.