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 Grenada and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Skatalites to the rap 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
The Remains,
The Beau Brummels,
the Association,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Human League,
Q and Not U,
Ultra Naté,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Schoolly D,
Kerri Chandler,
Talk Talk,
New Age Steppers,
June of 44,
Con Funk Shun,
Absolute Body Control,
Smog,
The Five Americans,
H. Thieme,
Scientists,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dead Boys,
Soft Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Skriet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Qualms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Spoonie Gee,
Symarip,
Panda Bear,
The Shadows of Knight,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Bananas,
Moss Icon,
Flipper,
David Axelrod,
Lightning Bolt,
Faust,
Tom Boy,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Bourne,
Rod Modell,
Isaac Hayes,
Maleditus Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Charles Mingus,
Josef K,
Au Pairs,
Electric Prunes,
UT,
Morten Harket,
The Alarm Clocks,
DJ Sneak,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sparks,
Brass Construction,
Alton Ellis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lyres,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.