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 Gabon and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Donald Byrd to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Donny Hathaway,
Von Mondo,
FM Einheit,
Crime,
David Bowie,
The Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Todd Rundgren,
Main Source,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fad Gadget,
Arcadia,
Monolake,
Negative Approach,
Symarip,
Q and Not U,
Fugazi,
Roxy Music,
Scan 7,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Slick Rick,
Scott Walker,
The Techniques,
Nik Kershaw,
Mad Mike,
Pussy Galore,
Eddi Front,
Underground Resistance,
Wire,
Pere Ubu,
Brass Construction,
Amazonics,
Quadrant,
Livin' Joy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Aswad,
The Cramps,
Nas,
Agent Orange,
Lucky Dragons,
Boz Scaggs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Goldenarms,
Peter and Kerry,
U.S. Maple,
Half Japanese,
Rakim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Matthew Bourne,
The Index,
Cecil Taylor,
X-102,
Stockholm Monsters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.