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 Brunei and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Andrew Hill to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Ohio Players,
Vainqueur,
Ice-T,
Wings,
Erasure,
The Slits,
The Moleskins,
Sam Rivers,
The Busters,
The New Christs,
Public Enemy,
Rosa Yemen,
Piero Umiliani,
Brick,
Curtis Mayfield,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Whodini,
Spandau Ballet,
Dark Day,
R.M.O.,
Young Marble Giants,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Monochrome Set,
Danielle Patucci,
The Move,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scratch Acid,
The Golliwogs,
Model 500,
Sonny Sharrock,
One Last Wish,
Ronan,
The Happenings,
This Heat,
Soul II Soul,
Big Daddy Kane,
a-ha,
the Sonics,
Mantronix,
Interpol,
Bizarre Inc.,
Con Funk Shun,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lalann,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Massinfluence,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Angry Samoans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Charles Mingus,
The Martian,
The Gap Band,
Skaos,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Yusef Lateef,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fortunes,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.