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 Libya and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Dark Day to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers 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?
LL Cool J,
The Monochrome Set,
Neu!,
Skriet,
MDC,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yaz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gun Club,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minnie Riperton,
Banda Bassotti,
David McCallum,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tres Demented,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mantronix,
Ituana,
Panda Bear,
Ronnie Foster,
Man Parrish,
Crash Course in Science,
John Holt,
Half Japanese,
Johnny Clarke,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fatback Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dead C,
Soul II Soul,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Kinks,
Barrington Levy,
Inner City,
Laurel Aitken,
The Doobie Brothers,
Zapp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Electric Prunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Roy Ayers,
Magma,
Vainqueur,
Rekid,
Suicide,
Eric B and Rakim,
Swans,
Sixth Finger,
Cymande,
The Happenings,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Basic Channel,
Tim Buckley,
Crime,
Masters at Work,
Henry Cow,
Camouflage,
Brick,
Soulsonic Force,
In Retrospect,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.