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 Cameroon and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Flipper to the techno 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Boz Scaggs,
Ten City,
Camouflage,
The United States of America,
Nik Kershaw,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
Faraquet,
Rufus Thomas,
Index,
Average White Band,
Faust,
Sugar Minott,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Bar-Kays,
Idris Muhammad,
kango's stein massive,
Public Image Ltd.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Das Ding,
Deadbeat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stetsasonic,
Big Daddy Kane,
A Certain Ratio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Angry Samoans,
Zero Boys,
Agent Orange,
Sixth Finger,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Offenders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ken Boothe,
Thompson Twins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hardrive,
Black Sheep,
LL Cool J,
Visage,
Subhumans,
K-Klass,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Outsiders,
The Raincoats,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ice-T,
Crooked Eye,
Blancmange,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Trumans Water,
Cymande,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eddi Front,
John Coltrane,
The Beau Brummels,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
China Crisis,
AZ,
Barry Ungar,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.