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 Turkmenistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Organ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cowsills,
Hasil Adkins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ohio Players,
Morten Harket,
Mad Mike,
The Leaves,
Black Sheep,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fluxion,
Gabor Szabo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Trojans,
T.S.O.L.,
Freddie Wadling,
Joey Negro,
The Skatalites,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moss Icon,
Dual Sessions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Sherman,
Lakeside,
Shuggie Otis,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
These Immortal Souls,
Accadde A,
The Standells,
Charles Mingus,
Ten City,
The J.B.'s,
Rites of Spring,
Johnny Clarke,
The Pretty Things,
Graham Central Station,
Tomorrow,
The Evens,
Masters at Work,
Crooked Eye,
the Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
Khruangbin,
Negative Approach,
Index,
The Velvet Underground,
Sparks,
Joyce Sims,
The Gun Club,
Hashim,
Saccharine Trust,
Country Teasers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Y Pants,
the Normal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blake Baxter,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.