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 Jordan and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Shuggie Otis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
The Cowsills,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sound,
Negative Approach,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joe Finger,
Excepter,
The Raincoats,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soft Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ash Ra Tempel,
AZ,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chrome,
Ronan,
Babytalk,
Donald Byrd,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Metal Thangz,
Hashim,
Fat Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Swans,
Roger Hodgson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dead C,
The Busters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bronski Beat,
Albert Ayler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Starr,
The Invisible,
Michelle Simonal,
The Martian,
ABBA,
Stockholm Monsters,
Electric Prunes,
The Real Kids,
Banda Bassotti,
Alice Coltrane,
Harmonia,
Althea and Donna,
Rosa Yemen,
Delta 5,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dennis Brown,
Wasted Youth,
Amazonics,
Rufus Thomas,
The Star Department,
Massinfluence,
U.S. Maple,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quantec,
Ken Boothe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.