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 Spain and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Cal Tjader to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang of Four,
kango's stein massive,
Trumans Water,
Whodini,
The Motions,
The Red Krayola,
The Skatalites,
The Evens,
The Misunderstood,
Boredoms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barbara Tucker,
DNA,
Thee Headcoats,
Accadde A,
Nico,
Toni Rubio,
The Real Kids,
The Shadows of Knight,
UT,
Aaron Thompson,
Hardrive,
Television Personalities,
Agitation Free,
Bluetip,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fortunes,
L. Decosne,
Barry Ungar,
Colin Newman,
Lower 48,
Blake Baxter,
Bush Tetras,
Freddie Wadling,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ice-T,
B.T. Express,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hoover,
Lebanon Hanover,
Index,
The Birthday Party,
Harmonia,
Masters at Work,
Mad Mike,
Marmalade,
Urselle,
China Crisis,
Crash Course in Science,
Rakim,
Y Pants,
Aloha Tigers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nils Olav,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.