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 Angola and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Don Cherry to the funk 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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
EPMD,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
kango's stein massive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vladislav Delay,
Crash Course in Science,
Cecil Taylor,
Lyres,
Lakeside,
Half Japanese,
Dead Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Japan,
Scrapy,
Sex Pistols,
The Last Poets,
Barrington Levy,
Pylon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marine Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oblivians,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Public Enemy,
Chris & Cosey,
Panda Bear,
Joe Finger,
Ice-T,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Suburban Knight,
Unwound,
a-ha,
Faust,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang of Four,
Pharoah Sanders,
OOIOO,
Mantronix,
Todd Rundgren,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Sherman,
Second Layer,
Terrestrial Tones,
Qualms,
The Fugs,
Motorama,
R.M.O.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Albert Ayler,
Young Marble Giants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.