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 France 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Surgeon to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Moleskins,
Danielle Patucci,
Scrapy,
Roxette,
Soulsonic Force,
Procol Harum,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mary Jane Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jacques Brel,
Animal Collective,
Rakim,
Infiniti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Invisible,
Ohio Players,
Blake Baxter,
Alice Coltrane,
Juan Atkins,
Rotary Connection,
Underground Resistance,
Can,
The Evens,
Theoretical Girls,
The Smoke,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fugs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
T.S.O.L.,
Spoonie Gee,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Names,
Loose Ends,
Panda Bear,
June of 44,
Silicon Teens,
Half Japanese,
The Black Dice,
Anakelly,
The Wake,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fluxion,
Toni Rubio,
The Associates,
Donald Byrd,
Max Romeo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Little Man,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Beau Brummels,
The Music Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Monks,
Dawn Penn,
Gregory Isaacs,
In Retrospect,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.