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 Oman and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Gang Green 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
David Bowie,
Drexciya,
The Durutti Column,
Liliput,
Grey Daturas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sixth Finger,
Intrusion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alton Ellis,
Ornette Coleman,
Connie Case,
The Electric Prunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Icehouse,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Magazine,
Smog,
OOIOO,
The Happenings,
Soulsonic Force,
Warsaw,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Victims,
Scott Walker,
Tres Demented,
The Fire Engines,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tim Buckley,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Audionom,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Masters at Work,
cv313,
Jimmy McGriff,
Surgeon,
Marine Girls,
L. Decosne,
Ituana,
Nas,
The Residents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Toni Rubio,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gap Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
KRS-One,
Laurel Aitken,
Kaleidoscope,
Moby Grape,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed,
The Alarm Clocks,
Max Romeo,
Nick Fraelich,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sound Behaviour,
Royal Trux,
Cheater Slicks,
AZ,
Funky Four + One,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.