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 Namibia and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Derrick Morgan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Wasted Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brass Construction,
Oblivians,
the Bar-Kays,
Scientists,
Stereo Dub,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angry Samoans,
Franke,
Lyres,
The Names,
Charles Mingus,
Fugazi,
Roy Ayers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David Bowie,
LL Cool J,
Tom Boy,
Roxette,
Magazine,
Bush Tetras,
The Moleskins,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sonics,
Ronnie Foster,
Thee Headcoats,
Audionom,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Associates,
Dark Day,
Nik Kershaw,
Matthew Bourne,
the Sonics,
Iggy Pop,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cheater Slicks,
Grauzone,
Archie Shepp,
Negative Approach,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ponytail,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joe Finger,
Mission of Burma,
The Remains,
Y Pants,
Thompson Twins,
Lightning Bolt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mantronix,
Minny Pops,
Delta 5,
the Germs,
Kurtis Blow,
Section 25,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.