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 Sierra Leone and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Piero Umiliani to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Josef K,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fatback Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Albert Ayler,
Arab on Radar,
Idris Muhammad,
Con Funk Shun,
Siglo XX,
Inner City,
Sixth Finger,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gun Club,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Victims,
John Coltrane,
Blake Baxter,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Green,
Pole,
Visage,
the Association,
Lee Hazlewood,
MDC,
Gregory Isaacs,
Leonard Cohen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Surgeon,
Pierre Henry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Freddie Wadling,
Wings,
Reagan Youth,
Cameo,
Rakim,
Scion,
Silicon Teens,
Soul II Soul,
Lower 48,
Joe Finger,
Janne Schatter,
Toni Rubio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quantec,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yazoo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Birthday Party,
Jacob Miller,
Moby Grape,
Fat Boys,
The Selecter,
Throbbing Gristle,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Litter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.