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 Zambia and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the rock 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Brass Construction,
The Neon Judgement,
Rapeman,
Faust,
Silicon Teens,
Depeche Mode,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yellowson,
The Raincoats,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grey Daturas,
Mandrill,
Drexciya,
Bob Dylan,
Deadbeat,
Cluster,
Soulsonic Force,
The Moody Blues,
Wasted Youth,
Dead Boys,
Desert Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radio Birdman,
AZ,
Minutemen,
Surgeon,
Section 25,
Lightning Bolt,
Wings,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Motorama,
The Stooges,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Junior Murvin,
Rotary Connection,
Susan Cadogan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cal Tjader,
Skarface,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scientists,
The Saints,
Babytalk,
Ken Boothe,
Quadrant,
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sixth Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marshall Jefferson,
Main Source,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Pop Group,
Alton Ellis,
Prince Buster,
Malaria!,
U.S. Maple,
Faraquet,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.