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 Chad and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Can to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Hot Snakes,
The Sonics,
Tommy Roe,
Mars,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eddi Front,
Siglo XX,
Lee Hazlewood,
Carl Craig,
Schoolly D,
Wings,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crime,
Guru Guru,
Sun Ra,
Easy Going,
Joe Smooth,
E-Dancer,
Franke,
Andrew Hill,
Hoover,
La Düsseldorf,
Ice-T,
Black Moon,
Fat Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Last Poets,
Pantytec,
Infiniti,
Loose Ends,
Essential Logic,
Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blancmange,
Das Ding,
The Monks,
Delta 5,
Black Sheep,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dark Day,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Animal Collective,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New York Dolls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deadbeat,
Hashim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rod Modell,
Jandek,
Porter Ricks,
John Cale,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Grass Roots,
Soul II Soul,
Parry Music,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.