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 Korea North and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Freddie Wadling to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Golliwogs,
The Monochrome Set,
Ohio Players,
Minutemen,
The Kinks,
Wally Richardson,
Electric Prunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Joyce Sims,
The Slackers,
H. Thieme,
The Associates,
OOIOO,
The Red Krayola,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Happenings,
Rufus Thomas,
Sam Rivers,
David Bowie,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-Ray Spex,
World's Most,
Bang On A Can,
Roy Ayers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arab on Radar,
Lindisfarne,
Moby Grape,
Aural Exciters,
Joe Smooth,
Sun Ra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
cv313,
Funky Four + One,
Kas Product,
Model 500,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lakeside,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marvin Gaye,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Reagan Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ludus,
Scrapy,
Darondo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Newcleus,
Spoonie Gee,
Main Source,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brick,
The Index,
Angry Samoans,
Danielle Patucci,
Rhythm & Sound,
David McCallum,
Moebius,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
James White and The Blacks,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.