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 Thailand and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Glenn Branca to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
D'Angelo,
Lungfish,
Eden Ahbez,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Max Romeo,
Moebius,
Stetsasonic,
Absolute Body Control,
Fela Kuti,
Chris Corsano,
Godley & Creme,
DJ Style,
Brick,
The Monks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Parry Music,
Spandau Ballet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultra Naté,
JFA,
Oblivians,
The Selecter,
The Searchers,
Severed Heads,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Move,
Moby Grape,
Soulsonic Force,
Yusef Lateef,
Graham Central Station,
Hardrive,
Derrick Morgan,
Schoolly D,
The Dirtbombs,
Archie Shepp,
Soul Sonic Force,
Magma,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stiv Bators,
Accadde A,
Wally Richardson,
Roger Hodgson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Con Funk Shun,
Pylon,
Delta 5,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Main Source,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scratch Acid,
Skarface,
This Heat,
Theoretical Girls,
Funkadelic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Byron Stingily,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.