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 Zimbabwe and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mary Jane Girls to the grime 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Albert Ayler,
Black Flag,
Circle Jerks,
June of 44,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun Ra,
Brothers Johnson,
LL Cool J,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nils Olav,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Cell,
Liliput,
Grandmaster Flash,
Niagra,
The Searchers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Negative Approach,
Chris Corsano,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
JFA,
Jacob Miller,
Drexciya,
Lyres,
Roger Hodgson,
The Music Machine,
John Holt,
Sun City Girls,
Public Enemy,
T.S.O.L.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mojo Men,
Sixth Finger,
48th St. Collective,
Pagans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Parry Music,
Public Image Ltd.,
La Düsseldorf,
Jandek,
Byron Stingily,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Thee Headcoats,
Q and Not U,
Gastr Del Sol,
Max Romeo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
F. McDonald,
Peter and Kerry,
John Cale,
Faraquet,
Darondo,
Angry Samoans,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.