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 Egypt and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 This Heat to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Aloha Tigers,
Carl Craig,
Audionom,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Vogues,
Donald Byrd,
Ice-T,
Pole,
Saccharine Trust,
The Kinks,
Ituana,
Basic Channel,
FM Einheit,
the Slits,
The Electric Prunes,
David Bowie,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sister Nancy,
Freddie Wadling,
Glenn Branca,
Minutemen,
H. Thieme,
David McCallum,
Gang Green,
Rhythm & Sound,
Whodini,
The Moleskins,
Yaz,
Panda Bear,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cameo,
Television,
Tomorrow,
Spandau Ballet,
Rufus Thomas,
The Grass Roots,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quadrant,
Kerri Chandler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scan 7,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arcadia,
Country Teasers,
The Beau Brummels,
Swans,
Crash Course in Science,
In Retrospect,
Wally Richardson,
The Associates,
D'Angelo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fall,
Donny Hathaway,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Saints,
Lakeside,
The Motions,
Eric Dolphy,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.