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 Latvia and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Absolute Body Control to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Amazonics,
Underground Resistance,
Carl Craig,
the Slits,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eden Ahbez,
Marine Girls,
Subhumans,
The Cure,
T. Rex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alton Ellis,
Ice-T,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Associates,
Sugar Minott,
Cybotron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Monolake,
The Gap Band,
The Vogues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Absolute Body Control,
Pulsallama,
Scientists,
Groovy Waters,
Bluetip,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun Ra,
Rotary Connection,
Clear Light,
Loose Ends,
Television Personalities,
Sällskapet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Moody Blues,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric Copeland,
Mo-Dettes,
Funky Four + One,
These Immortal Souls,
Slave,
Symarip,
Gichy Dan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Swans,
CMW,
Flash Fearless,
the Sonics,
Todd Rundgren,
The Toasters,
Hashim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wasted Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Warsaw,
Barrington Levy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.