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 Canada and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Funkadelic to the techno 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Circle Jerks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slits,
Josef K,
Smog,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zero Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Brick,
Mr. Review,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ten City,
The Last Poets,
the Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
Niagra,
Spoonie Gee,
Kevin Saunderson,
Basic Channel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lower 48,
The Trojans,
Bobby Womack,
The Beau Brummels,
The Searchers,
Ultra Naté,
The Residents,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Kinks,
T. Rex,
Schoolly D,
the Germs,
Scan 7,
Symarip,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terry Callier,
Nirvana,
Patti Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
Mission of Burma,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cowsills,
Alison Limerick,
The Misunderstood,
Fatback Band,
Amazonics,
The Gap Band,
Groovy Waters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skarface,
The New Christs,
Kurtis Blow,
Deadbeat,
The United States of America,
Rekid,
Kenny Larkin,
Sister Nancy,
Pantytec,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Raincoats,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.