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 Uganda and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Gang Gang Dance 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
The Doobie Brothers,
B.T. Express,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Pus,
Shuggie Otis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeff Lynne,
Soft Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
James White and The Blacks,
The Remains,
Young Marble Giants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Move,
OOIOO,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Banda Bassotti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Freddie Wadling,
Neu!,
Nico,
John Cale,
Grauzone,
Second Layer,
Arcadia,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nas,
The Kinks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marvin Gaye,
Ossler,
Subhumans,
Can,
Clear Light,
Gong,
DJ Sneak,
Lakeside,
The Tremeloes,
DNA,
F. McDonald,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rufus Thomas,
David Bowie,
Heaven 17,
8 Eyed Spy,
Matthew Halsall,
Thee Headcoats,
Sandy B,
The Knickerbockers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deadbeat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
a-ha,
Lungfish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.