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 Nigeria and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare 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 The Gladiators to the funk 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amazonics,
The Offenders,
Josef K,
Absolute Body Control,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moby Grape,
Model 500,
Urselle,
Ten City,
The Moleskins,
The Selecter,
Zapp,
Quadrant,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun City Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
The Real Kids,
Youth Brigade,
Second Layer,
The Names,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lucky Dragons,
Wally Richardson,
The Moody Blues,
Arcadia,
Mantronix,
U.S. Maple,
Glenn Branca,
Erykah Badu,
Todd Terry,
Symarip,
Chrome,
Soft Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skarface,
Flipper,
The Zeros,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultravox,
Fatback Band,
The Move,
48th St. Collective,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cowsills,
Chris & Cosey,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Slackers,
The Busters,
Yaz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Pharoah Sanders,
The J.B.'s,
The Pretty Things,
Byron Stingily,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.