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 Uruguay and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pere Ubu to the grunge 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Fela Kuti,
Technova,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barrington Levy,
Aloha Tigers,
Model 500,
Suburban Knight,
Soul II Soul,
Scion,
Fluxion,
The Fortunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Animal Collective,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Organ,
The Smiths,
Cluster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cowsills,
The Sonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minny Pops,
Chris Corsano,
The Detroit Cobras,
Prince Buster,
Pantytec,
ABC,
Black Pus,
Pussy Galore,
Stetsasonic,
Tears for Fears,
Schoolly D,
Excepter,
Dennis Brown,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Negative Approach,
Infiniti,
Nirvana,
Anakelly,
Bush Tetras,
Soulsonic Force,
Eden Ahbez,
Barry Ungar,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Style,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gong,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cheater Slicks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Erasure,
Jimmy McGriff,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Offenders,
The Slackers,
The Fall,
Malaria!,
Yusef Lateef,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.