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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Pere Ubu,
X-102,
Ludus,
La Düsseldorf,
Arthur Verocai,
Khruangbin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Basic Channel,
Faraquet,
Crime,
Japan,
Intrusion,
Mission of Burma,
Marvin Gaye,
Terry Callier,
Masters at Work,
the Association,
Q and Not U,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tres Demented,
Anthony Braxton,
Arab on Radar,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dead C,
The Misunderstood,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed,
David Axelrod,
Sugar Minott,
Junior Murvin,
Camberwell Now,
Lalo Schifrin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Negative Approach,
L. Decosne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Popol Vuh,
The Seeds,
Altered Images,
Tommy Roe,
Country Teasers,
Parry Music,
China Crisis,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Stooges,
The Neon Judgement,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grandmaster Flash,
Schoolly D,
Rod Modell,
The American Breed,
Byron Stingily,
Glenn Branca,
Infiniti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camouflage,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.