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 Micronesia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Pharoah Sanders to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Michelle Simonal,
PIL,
The Raincoats,
the Sonics,
Smog,
Lalann,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Names,
Joy Division,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Byrd,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kurtis Blow,
Funkadelic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Charles Mingus,
Bluetip,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bad Manners,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Evens,
DJ Sneak,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fatback Band,
In Retrospect,
Delon & Dalcan,
K-Klass,
Black Bananas,
The Tremeloes,
Subhumans,
The Birthday Party,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chris Corsano,
Hasil Adkins,
Guru Guru,
the Normal,
Joe Smooth,
Hot Snakes,
Don Cherry,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tres Demented,
48th St. Collective,
Hoover,
Surgeon,
Gong,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
U.S. Maple,
The Remains,
Nik Kershaw,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sarah Menescal,
Hardrive,
Dennis Brown,
Delta 5,
Lyres,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Sherman,
Shuggie Otis,
Bill Near,
Excepter,
Lucky Dragons,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.