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 Brazil and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 48th St. Collective to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Monks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kerri Chandler,
Soft Cell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sight & Sound,
June Days,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Human League,
Steve Hackett,
Scrapy,
Radio Birdman,
The Slits,
Jeff Mills,
Index,
Andrew Hill,
Carl Craig,
Alton Ellis,
Scan 7,
Jerry's Kids,
China Crisis,
Bizarre Inc.,
DJ Sneak,
The Skatalites,
the Sonics,
New Order,
Quadrant,
Lower 48,
The Alarm Clocks,
Darondo,
Pylon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Howard Jones,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Last Poets,
Kayak,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Youth Brigade,
Nik Kershaw,
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash,
Henry Cow,
Cal Tjader,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
Hoover,
Nirvana,
Joyce Sims,
Leonard Cohen,
Kurtis Blow,
The Motions,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.