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 Kenya and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Royal Trux to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
H. Thieme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gong,
Eric Copeland,
The Golliwogs,
Stetsasonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pere Ubu,
Spandau Ballet,
Niagra,
Joyce Sims,
The Techniques,
Royal Trux,
The United States of America,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Man Parrish,
the Sonics,
Von Mondo,
The Evens,
Marmalade,
Ken Boothe,
Slave,
Crispy Ambulance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
MDC,
Matthew Halsall,
Pole,
Ronnie Foster,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tommy Roe,
Juan Atkins,
Alton Ellis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jawbox,
Marine Girls,
Unwound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Slits,
Kenny Larkin,
Symarip,
Sight & Sound,
Terry Callier,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Christie,
U.S. Maple,
Black Moon,
Yusef Lateef,
Au Pairs,
Lucky Dragons,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cal Tjader,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.