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 Luxembourg 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Boz Scaggs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Negative Approach,
The Mummies,
Alice Coltrane,
The Smiths,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scratch Acid,
Derrick May,
Man Parrish,
The Slits,
Colin Newman,
Mo-Dettes,
Second Layer,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ronan,
Eli Mardock,
The Skatalites,
The Motions,
Pierre Henry,
Tommy Roe,
The Modern Lovers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
10cc,
Scan 7,
Pylon,
Lou Reed,
Graham Central Station,
Charles Mingus,
L. Decosne,
Neil Young,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Christie,
DJ Sneak,
Piero Umiliani,
Niagra,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott Heron,
Goldenarms,
Henry Cow,
Reuben Wilson,
Camberwell Now,
DJ Style,
Archie Shepp,
Barbara Tucker,
Wire,
Barry Ungar,
Loose Ends,
Newcleus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Iggy Pop,
The Cure,
Sister Nancy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mandrill,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Black Dice,
Freddie Wadling,
The Kinks,
Desert Stars,
Parry Music,
CMW,
The Searchers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.