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 Belize and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cymande to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faraquet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Erykah Badu,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Golliwogs,
Harry Pussy,
Scan 7,
Sam Rivers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Accadde A,
Crime,
David McCallum,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gladiators,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sugar Minott,
Rotary Connection,
Soft Machine,
R.M.O.,
Arab on Radar,
Anakelly,
Popol Vuh,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Jacob Miller,
Quantec,
John Holt,
Youth Brigade,
In Retrospect,
K-Klass,
Au Pairs,
X-102,
The American Breed,
Stereo Dub,
The Mojo Men,
The Mummies,
Silicon Teens,
Derrick Morgan,
Ituana,
Newcleus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Count Five,
China Crisis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rufus Thomas,
Amon Düül,
Piero Umiliani,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Womack,
Bill Near,
The Tremeloes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ken Boothe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scratch Acid,
Deakin,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.