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 Niger and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eric Dolphy 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
In Retrospect,
The Five Americans,
U.S. Maple,
Rekid,
Harmonia,
Boredoms,
Tim Buckley,
Mad Mike,
Spandau Ballet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ituana,
Glenn Branca,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zero Boys,
Aswad,
The Motions,
Arcadia,
The Detroit Cobras,
T.S.O.L.,
DNA,
the Slits,
Pussy Galore,
Marine Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Soft Cell,
Minnie Riperton,
Soulsonic Force,
New Age Steppers,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
This Heat,
The Fugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Underground Resistance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Desert Stars,
Soft Machine,
Jawbox,
Grandmaster Flash,
Leonard Cohen,
The Toasters,
FM Einheit,
Jeff Lynne,
Ohio Players,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cure,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Al Stewart,
China Crisis,
Peter and Kerry,
Eli Mardock,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tommy Roe,
The Golliwogs,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.