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 Laos and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Sheep,
Nirvana,
The Detroit Cobras,
David Bowie,
Barry Ungar,
The Cure,
Wolf Eyes,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Donald Byrd,
The Knickerbockers,
Cecil Taylor,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yellowson,
Rufus Thomas,
LL Cool J,
Little Man,
Average White Band,
The Barracudas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dark Day,
Television,
The Sound,
Altered Images,
Sugar Minott,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sound Behaviour,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eve St. Jones,
The Remains,
Young Marble Giants,
Interpol,
Ultravox,
Eric Dolphy,
Chris Corsano,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Intrusion,
Arthur Verocai,
Fatback Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Patti Smith,
Supertramp,
Amon Düül II,
T.S.O.L.,
New York Dolls,
Heaven 17,
Anakelly,
Jerry's Kids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Saints,
Robert Wyatt,
MDC,
The United States of America,
Curtis Mayfield,
Khruangbin,
Japan,
Maleditus Sound,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.