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 Nepal and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Joe Finger to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Kaleidoscope,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Franke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Terry,
Lyres,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Wake,
Oblivians,
This Heat,
the Bar-Kays,
Charles Mingus,
Wings,
Pantytec,
Malaria!,
Crash Course in Science,
CMW,
The Monochrome Set,
The Barracudas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Urselle,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cecil Taylor,
The Residents,
Fugazi,
Dead Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Little Man,
Pantaleimon,
Aswad,
Index,
Scott Walker,
Jandek,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lalo Schifrin,
Thee Headcoats,
Rakim,
Duran Duran,
Niagra,
The Doors,
Vladislav Delay,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Names,
Gang Gang Dance,
Leonard Cohen,
U.S. Maple,
June Days,
Ronan,
Smog,
Can,
Reuben Wilson,
Morten Harket,
Black Pus,
The Cowsills,
The Beau Brummels,
Supertramp,
Khruangbin,
Pharoah Sanders,
The New Christs,
Deepchord,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.