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 Mongolia and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Todd Terry 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Happenings,
Steve Hackett,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hoover,
The Angels of Light,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ohio Players,
Yellowson,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gladiators,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Second Layer,
kango's stein massive,
The Doobie Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Procol Harum,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Motorama,
Country Teasers,
Minny Pops,
Sugar Minott,
Massinfluence,
Icehouse,
Don Cherry,
Ludus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Malaria!,
Joensuu 1685,
The Last Poets,
Trumans Water,
Blake Baxter,
Panda Bear,
Technova,
MC5,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
Ten City,
Mark Hollis,
Man Parrish,
Nas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Monochrome Set,
La Düsseldorf,
Rod Modell,
Terry Callier,
Black Moon,
Flipper,
Sound Behaviour,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lightning Bolt,
Bluetip,
Groovy Waters,
Joy Division,
The J.B.'s,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.