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 Lesotho 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the funk 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Wire,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Green,
Pere Ubu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barry Ungar,
Arthur Verocai,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deadbeat,
Magazine,
The Doors,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare,
Boredoms,
the Slits,
Arcadia,
Popol Vuh,
Joensuu 1685,
Ronan,
The Zeros,
Jandek,
The Vogues,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Hood,
Average White Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swell Maps,
Goldenarms,
Dual Sessions,
Adolescents,
The Pop Group,
Moby Grape,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Sherman,
The Doobie Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Desert Stars,
Second Layer,
Stetsasonic,
Carl Craig,
Marmalade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Albert Ayler,
Bush Tetras,
Technova,
Lucky Dragons,
Severed Heads,
Alice Coltrane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lindisfarne,
Japan,
Sun City Girls,
Duran Duran,
Eden Ahbez,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Smoke,
KRS-One,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
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.