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 Uzbekistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Reuben Wilson to the funk 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Main Source,
Avey Tare,
F. McDonald,
Janne Schatter,
Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Wake,
Das Ding,
Gang Green,
Laurel Aitken,
These Immortal Souls,
Little Man,
Kerri Chandler,
Jacques Brel,
The Neon Judgement,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Althea and Donna,
David Axelrod,
Sound Behaviour,
Nico,
John Lydon,
Black Pus,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deadbeat,
Liliput,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
L. Decosne,
Siglo XX,
Ralphi Rosario,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Saccharine Trust,
The Slackers,
Mark Hollis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Shoche,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Dolphy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Malaria!,
Anakelly,
The Misunderstood,
Moby Grape,
Todd Rundgren,
Mantronix,
Mandrill,
Angry Samoans,
Albert Ayler,
Quantec,
Livin' Joy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Massinfluence,
Stockholm Monsters,
James White and The Blacks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lalann,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.