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 Turkmenistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Funkadelic to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Lower 48,
The Fugs,
Letta Mbulu,
Hashim,
The Smoke,
Slick Rick,
Robert Hood,
the Slits,
Clear Light,
Unwound,
Television,
The Five Americans,
Camberwell Now,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Surgeon,
Rakim,
Zero Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Symarip,
Warren Ellis,
Alice Coltrane,
Infiniti,
the Normal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Barracudas,
The Slackers,
The Techniques,
Colin Newman,
Skaos,
Scan 7,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang On A Can,
Black Bananas,
The Skatalites,
Rhythm & Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bauhaus,
Josef K,
The Mummies,
The Black Dice,
48th St. Collective,
Los Fastidios,
Slave,
The Victims,
In Retrospect,
Pharoah Sanders,
Andrew Hill,
Urselle,
Parry Music,
Wasted Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Metal Thangz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Matthew Bourne,
Crooked Eye,
Smog,
Radio Birdman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.