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 Kiribati and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Smog to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
AZ,
Roger Hodgson,
John Lydon,
10cc,
Flamin' Groovies,
Supertramp,
Cameo,
Circle Jerks,
Blossom Toes,
Sound Behaviour,
Loose Ends,
Letta Mbulu,
Sight & Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Index,
Mantronix,
the Human League,
Heaven 17,
X-102,
June of 44,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
PIL,
Tom Boy,
CMW,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alison Limerick,
Lower 48,
Cymande,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
A Certain Ratio,
Josef K,
Chris & Cosey,
Pagans,
Ken Boothe,
T. Rex,
Dead Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare,
Dawn Penn,
The Mojo Men,
Crash Course in Science,
Public Enemy,
Althea and Donna,
Don Cherry,
Faust,
Crispian St. Peters,
Todd Terry,
Roxy Music,
Anthony Braxton,
Sam Rivers,
Andrew Hill,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Sheep,
The Moleskins,
The Stooges,
Robert Görl,
Interpol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.