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 Indonesia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Public Enemy to the jazz 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Scientists,
The Slackers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Little Man,
Deadbeat,
The Music Machine,
Scratch Acid,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fire Engines,
Maurizio,
Marc Almond,
Jacques Brel,
Kerri Chandler,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Slits,
The Residents,
ABBA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Delta 5,
Flipper,
Gabor Szabo,
Tubeway Army,
Basic Channel,
Brass Construction,
In Retrospect,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mantronix,
Sugar Minott,
Drexciya,
Pussy Galore,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The American Breed,
Magazine,
Television,
Yusef Lateef,
Nik Kershaw,
Spoonie Gee,
Second Layer,
R.M.O.,
Danielle Patucci,
The Associates,
Youth Brigade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun Ra,
The Young Rascals,
New Order,
Dawn Penn,
Joey Negro,
Roy Ayers,
Joe Smooth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rapeman,
Supertramp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Procol Harum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.