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 Seychelles and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Amon Düül 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
D'Angelo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pulsallama,
Lucky Dragons,
Faraquet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wasted Youth,
Pylon,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Association,
Black Pus,
Can,
The Busters,
Animal Collective,
Dawn Penn,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New Age Steppers,
The Motions,
The Blackbyrds,
Joyce Sims,
Parry Music,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultra Naté,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mo-Dettes,
Aaron Thompson,
Howard Jones,
Bad Manners,
Warren Ellis,
Adolescents,
Skarface,
Eden Ahbez,
Whodini,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wally Richardson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter & Gordon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Evens,
Man Eating Sloth,
Excepter,
Arthur Verocai,
Easy Going,
Aloha Tigers,
a-ha,
Minny Pops,
Bill Wells,
Supertramp,
Sonic Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter and Kerry,
Joy Division,
Davy DMX,
Groovy Waters,
Eurythmics,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.