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 Armenia and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dorothy Ashby 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
X-102,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blake Baxter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wally Richardson,
Nick Fraelich,
Negative Approach,
Trumans Water,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Misunderstood,
Ice-T,
The J.B.'s,
Eric Dolphy,
Nas,
Popol Vuh,
Tom Boy,
Das Ding,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
LL Cool J,
Soft Machine,
Don Cherry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rufus Thomas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Isaac Hayes,
Babytalk,
Radiohead,
Rapeman,
Funkadelic,
Donny Hathaway,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ken Boothe,
R.M.O.,
H. Thieme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Toasters,
Outsiders,
Dual Sessions,
The Grass Roots,
The Gap Band,
Brass Construction,
Sound Behaviour,
Joe Smooth,
Byron Stingily,
Whodini,
Sparks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare,
Grey Daturas,
Ultravox,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.