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 Bulgaria and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Derrick Morgan to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Ken Boothe,
Marvin Gaye,
The Vogues,
Deakin,
Ituana,
The Last Poets,
David Bowie,
MC5,
Swans,
Lou Reed,
Frankie Knuckles,
Graham Central Station,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Animal Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Erykah Badu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Visage,
The J.B.'s,
Subhumans,
Second Layer,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Drexciya,
Flash Fearless,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Josef K,
Connie Case,
Smog,
Delta 5,
the Slits,
Tres Demented,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cowsills,
Moss Icon,
Archie Shepp,
Cal Tjader,
Duran Duran,
The Offenders,
cv313,
New York Dolls,
Niagra,
Boz Scaggs,
Leonard Cohen,
Funkadelic,
Mars,
Reagan Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kayak,
Sexual Harrassment,
T.S.O.L.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dual Sessions,
The Move,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.