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 Nauru and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Bootsy Collins,
The Electric Prunes,
Underground Resistance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deadbeat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Panda Bear,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camouflage,
Agent Orange,
FM Einheit,
Laurel Aitken,
Arcadia,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barbara Tucker,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Babytalk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Womack,
Ronnie Foster,
Radio Birdman,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Lydon,
Rod Modell,
The Skatalites,
Graham Central Station,
Suicide,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Sherman,
Patti Smith,
Subhumans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skriet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Sonics,
Vainqueur,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mars,
Ultimate Spinach,
EPMD,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Erykah Badu,
The Searchers,
The Associates,
K-Klass,
H. Thieme,
Scrapy,
Ohio Players,
The Offenders,
Surgeon,
Reuben Wilson,
Moss Icon,
Nico,
Rakim,
Tubeway Army,
Mr. Review,
Soft Cell,
Mandrill,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.