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 New Zealand and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Glambeats Corp. to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Letta Mbulu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gladiators,
Nils Olav,
The Gun Club,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Franke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Q and Not U,
Todd Rundgren,
F. McDonald,
Mission of Burma,
Jawbox,
Sister Nancy,
PIL,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
cv313,
The Doors,
Panda Bear,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blossom Toes,
The Busters,
The Knickerbockers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Organ,
Roxy Music,
Roy Ayers,
Cybotron,
Magazine,
Wally Richardson,
the Slits,
Yusef Lateef,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The American Breed,
The Zeros,
The Pretty Things,
Scion,
Can,
The Doobie Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
X-Ray Spex,
Rod Modell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
MC5,
The Motions,
Minutemen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cecil Taylor,
Gastr Del Sol,
Urselle,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter & Gordon,
Suicide,
Cameo,
Deadbeat,
The Mojo Men,
Eli Mardock,
Lightning Bolt,
Newcleus,
Tom Boy,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.