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 Comoros and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 The Last Poets to the rap 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Echospace,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Charles Mingus,
DNA,
MC5,
Pierre Henry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Womack,
Reagan Youth,
Basic Channel,
Roxette,
The Moody Blues,
Derrick May,
The Smiths,
B.T. Express,
Minnie Riperton,
The Searchers,
Bush Tetras,
Iggy Pop,
Bill Wells,
Skriet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fat Boys,
The Kinks,
Susan Cadogan,
Zero Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
D'Angelo,
Rites of Spring,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
F. McDonald,
Boredoms,
the Sonics,
Robert Hood,
Jandek,
8 Eyed Spy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chrome,
Y Pants,
The Index,
Lungfish,
Whodini,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quantec,
the Bar-Kays,
Easy Going,
R.M.O.,
Rod Modell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Spoonie Gee,
Dave Gahan,
Spandau Ballet,
Sandy B,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
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The Doors,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.