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 Belgium and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Country Joe & The Fish 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Danielle Patucci,
The Leaves,
Mission of Burma,
Maleditus Sound,
John Foxx,
Jerry's Kids,
Eurythmics,
The Gories,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moss Icon,
Laurel Aitken,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Con Funk Shun,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Whodini,
Tropical Tobacco,
Max Romeo,
E-Dancer,
Cecil Taylor,
Grey Daturas,
Bill Wells,
The Gap Band,
Stiv Bators,
The Walker Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Electric Prunes,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joe Finger,
Scott Walker,
Motorama,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Iggy Pop,
Schoolly D,
The Durutti Column,
The Trojans,
John Lydon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Clear Light,
The Names,
Cymande,
Hardrive,
Pussy Galore,
The New Christs,
Visage,
Suicide,
the Swans,
Faraquet,
Babytalk,
Swell Maps,
Kas Product,
Guru Guru,
Lakeside,
Archie Shepp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Index,
La Düsseldorf,
Sällskapet,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.