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 Iraq 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Banda Bassotti to the grunge 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum 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?
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Angry Samoans,
Intrusion,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jacob Miller,
Barbara Tucker,
Franke,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hardrive,
the Swans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lower 48,
Johnny Osbourne,
Basic Channel,
the Soft Cell,
Jeff Mills,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Youth Brigade,
Vladislav Delay,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moebius,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers,
Ludus,
the Sonics,
Symarip,
D'Angelo,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Slackers,
Popol Vuh,
The Vogues,
48th St. Collective,
ABBA,
Monolake,
Robert Hood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Second Layer,
Metal Thangz,
The Beau Brummels,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric Dolphy,
Aaron Thompson,
Scion,
Iggy Pop,
Faraquet,
Reuben Wilson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gabor Szabo,
X-102,
Boz Scaggs,
Brothers Johnson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Happenings,
Roger Hodgson,
PIL,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.