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 Togo and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 Jerry's Kids to the grime 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pulsallama,
The Evens,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roy Ayers,
Infiniti,
Crash Course in Science,
Darondo,
The Young Rascals,
Blancmange,
The Doobie Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cameo,
Intrusion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wings,
The Leaves,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jawbox,
The Skatalites,
Ultravox,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arthur Verocai,
Qualms,
John Coltrane,
The Moody Blues,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Albert Ayler,
The Mummies,
Ken Boothe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
This Heat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kayak,
E-Dancer,
Con Funk Shun,
Rod Modell,
Cal Tjader,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quantec,
Gichy Dan,
Minnie Riperton,
cv313,
The Real Kids,
Moby Grape,
The Fall,
Liliput,
Little Man,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thee Headcoats,
the Human League,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Index,
Harmonia,
Brick,
The Beau Brummels,
Patti Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television Personalities,
Lyres,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.