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 Moldova and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 L. Decosne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
The Motions,
Man Parrish,
Soul II Soul,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scion,
The Fugs,
Magma,
Minutemen,
Morten Harket,
the Slits,
Trumans Water,
Throbbing Gristle,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Durutti Column,
Chris & Cosey,
Arthur Verocai,
Patti Smith,
The Last Poets,
Drexciya,
L. Decosne,
Rosa Yemen,
Moby Grape,
The Stooges,
the Normal,
The Neon Judgement,
Surgeon,
The Monks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Judy Mowatt,
Camouflage,
Eric Dolphy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
kango's stein massive,
Ken Boothe,
Nils Olav,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Real Kids,
Harry Pussy,
Mo-Dettes,
Alison Limerick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ponytail,
Quando Quango,
China Crisis,
Harmonia,
Skarface,
Crash Course in Science,
John Cale,
The Martian,
Eli Mardock,
Slick Rick,
Unrelated Segments,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül,
Mr. Review,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Leonard Cohen,
the Human League,
Spoonie Gee,
AZ,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.