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 Nicaragua and from Manchester.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Charles Mingus to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Circle Jerks,
Grey Daturas,
Marmalade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deadbeat,
Desert Stars,
Eddi Front,
The Alarm Clocks,
Howard Jones,
Subhumans,
Tim Buckley,
Pylon,
Q65,
Agitation Free,
The Angels of Light,
Graham Central Station,
New York Dolls,
Parry Music,
Neil Young,
Franke,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Infiniti,
Shuggie Otis,
Interpol,
Brand Nubian,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minnie Riperton,
Funky Four + One,
The Monochrome Set,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sällskapet,
The Sonics,
Warren Ellis,
Colin Newman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Country Teasers,
Surgeon,
Robert Wyatt,
Reuben Wilson,
Minor Threat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sight & Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mandrill,
Arab on Radar,
Bad Manners,
ABC,
Symarip,
Rites of Spring,
The Wake,
Urselle,
KRS-One,
Barry Ungar,
Carl Craig,
La Düsseldorf,
Barbara Tucker,
Dual Sessions,
Gabor Szabo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.