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 Bangladesh and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sonny Sharrock to the rock 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aswad,
Tres Demented,
Second Layer,
Kaleidoscope,
B.T. Express,
Lightning Bolt,
Ronnie Foster,
Young Marble Giants,
In Retrospect,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Danielle Patucci,
The Saints,
Rotary Connection,
Cameo,
Roxette,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rosa Yemen,
Theoretical Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scratch Acid,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gories,
the Germs,
Banda Bassotti,
Echospace,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Popol Vuh,
Kerri Chandler,
Chrome,
Reuben Wilson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Doors,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soulsonic Force,
Trumans Water,
a-ha,
Mr. Review,
Grauzone,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Y Pants,
Bootsy Collins,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultra Naté,
Mark Hollis,
X-102,
The Seeds,
Robert Görl,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kayak,
Stereo Dub,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gong,
Nico,
the Association,
Section 25,
The Trojans,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.