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 Israel and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Cal Tjader to the rock 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
John Coltrane,
Fad Gadget,
Youth Brigade,
Skaos,
Eric B and Rakim,
Von Mondo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
ABC,
Sex Pistols,
Ken Boothe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Sherman,
Flash Fearless,
the Soft Cell,
Max Romeo,
Underground Resistance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Matthew Bourne,
Idris Muhammad,
Yusef Lateef,
Slave,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Wyatt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
ABBA,
Index,
A Certain Ratio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jawbox,
Erasure,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neil Young,
Flipper,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Vogues,
F. McDonald,
Pussy Galore,
The American Breed,
Public Enemy,
Wally Richardson,
DNA,
Anthony Braxton,
Hot Snakes,
The Zeros,
Joey Negro,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Association,
Sonic Youth,
Bluetip,
Mark Hollis,
The Victims,
Fluxion,
Grandmaster Flash,
Goldenarms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Whodini,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.