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 Kenya and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
David Axelrod,
Kas Product,
Eve St. Jones,
Easy Going,
Swans,
Joey Negro,
The New Christs,
Derrick May,
Fat Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Echospace,
Neil Young,
Adolescents,
The Star Department,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
D'Angelo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantaleimon,
China Crisis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New York Dolls,
MC5,
Pere Ubu,
Yazoo,
10cc,
Harry Pussy,
Gang of Four,
Niagra,
Groovy Waters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joyce Sims,
Mars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sound,
AZ,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cowsills,
Make Up,
The Fortunes,
The Kinks,
Surgeon,
Icehouse,
Unwound,
Mr. Review,
Skaos,
Roy Ayers,
Swell Maps,
Nirvana,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Invisible,
Dual Sessions,
Barrington Levy,
The Monks,
Peter and Kerry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Todd Rundgren,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Leaves,
Royal Trux,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.