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 Madagascar and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ornette Coleman to the jazz 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
The Gap Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Fear,
Scrapy,
Pierre Henry,
Ronan,
Supertramp,
Second Layer,
Gang Starr,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
K-Klass,
Dave Gahan,
Absolute Body Control,
Youth Brigade,
The Gun Club,
Davy DMX,
The Real Kids,
Crispy Ambulance,
Basic Channel,
Rapeman,
LL Cool J,
Donny Hathaway,
Marc Almond,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-101,
Franke,
Skarface,
Roxy Music,
Organ,
World's Most,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Delta 5,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aswad,
Amon Düül II,
Porter Ricks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hardrive,
Brass Construction,
Scratch Acid,
Ornette Coleman,
Mark Hollis,
Dark Day,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Byrd,
U.S. Maple,
Kurtis Blow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skaos,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stiv Bators,
The Count Five,
Guru Guru,
Nils Olav,
Quantec,
Iggy Pop,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Suicide,
Morten Harket,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.