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 Switzerland and from London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Lalo Schifrin to the rap 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Bad Manners,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eli Mardock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
The Raincoats,
Don Cherry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Reagan Youth,
Pylon,
Soul II Soul,
Crooked Eye,
Symarip,
The Buckinghams,
Donny Hathaway,
T.S.O.L.,
X-102,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bill Near,
Aswad,
Michelle Simonal,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Terry,
The Doors,
Dual Sessions,
The Remains,
Hasil Adkins,
The Leaves,
Arcadia,
Anthony Braxton,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gladiators,
The Stooges,
Stetsasonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Five Americans,
Livin' Joy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soulsonic Force,
Motorama,
Faust,
Minutemen,
Angry Samoans,
The Slackers,
Vainqueur,
Charles Mingus,
Gang of Four,
Animal Collective,
Aloha Tigers,
Masters at Work,
One Last Wish,
Bootsy Collins,
Gong,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Panda Bear,
Idris Muhammad,
Khruangbin,
Kas Product,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.