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 Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Minnie Riperton to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soft Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
PIL,
Jeff Mills,
Underground Resistance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Cale,
Bronski Beat,
A Certain Ratio,
The Last Poets,
Gabor Szabo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Adolescents,
Unrelated Segments,
Rakim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ronan,
The Skatalites,
Camberwell Now,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tears for Fears,
Outsiders,
Dawn Penn,
Pussy Galore,
Ultra Naté,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
K-Klass,
H. Thieme,
Archie Shepp,
Fela Kuti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Divine Comedy,
The Smoke,
The Litter,
The Fire Engines,
Roger Hodgson,
Connie Case,
The American Breed,
The Stooges,
Aloha Tigers,
The Trojans,
Kayak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bob Dylan,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Wake,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yellowson,
Q65,
Agitation Free,
Delta 5,
Buzzcocks,
Aural Exciters,
This Heat,
June Days,
Hardrive,
Colin Newman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.