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 Nicaragua and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Radio Birdman,
Sight & Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
MC5,
Bad Manners,
Donald Byrd,
The Move,
Stiv Bators,
Country Teasers,
Popol Vuh,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Khruangbin,
Das Ding,
Zero Boys,
Sällskapet,
Aloha Tigers,
Blancmange,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
UT,
The Red Krayola,
kango's stein massive,
Arcadia,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lindisfarne,
Sandy B,
Altered Images,
Dual Sessions,
The Barracudas,
Junior Murvin,
The Kinks,
the Bar-Kays,
Yusef Lateef,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Standells,
Kayak,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eurythmics,
Eli Mardock,
Scan 7,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fuzztones,
Tears for Fears,
The Remains,
Juan Atkins,
Freddie Wadling,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fela Kuti,
Janne Schatter,
Alice Coltrane,
Goldenarms,
Slick Rick,
CMW,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Anthony Braxton,
H. Thieme,
the Germs,
The Durutti Column,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.