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 Philippines and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Babytalk to the funk 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Panda Bear,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Albert Ayler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
U.S. Maple,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amon Düül,
Black Bananas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cymande,
The Divine Comedy,
Chris Corsano,
The United States of America,
Jawbox,
Yusef Lateef,
Pole,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cal Tjader,
Ronan,
Angry Samoans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Con Funk Shun,
Pussy Galore,
Lower 48,
The Saints,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Massinfluence,
The J.B.'s,
Lebanon Hanover,
Animal Collective,
Lakeside,
Scion,
Buzzcocks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cecil Taylor,
Stereo Dub,
Aswad,
Minny Pops,
Sun Ra,
Barry Ungar,
Das Ding,
Second Layer,
Arab on Radar,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roy Ayers,
Morten Harket,
Danielle Patucci,
The Index,
Robert Wyatt,
Funkadelic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arthur Verocai,
T. Rex,
The Star Department,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.