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 Bolivia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Blake Baxter to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Grey Daturas,
Los Fastidios,
The Star Department,
Eric Copeland,
Cameo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pole,
Con Funk Shun,
Wire,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ossler,
Deadbeat,
Andrew Hill,
Jacob Miller,
Dorothy Ashby,
The United States of America,
The Zeros,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Move,
Inner City,
Patti Smith,
Junior Murvin,
Eve St. Jones,
The Toasters,
Mo-Dettes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jacques Brel,
Black Flag,
The Knickerbockers,
Roger Hodgson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Hood,
Prince Buster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chrome,
the Human League,
Albert Ayler,
Suicide,
The Happenings,
MC5,
ABC,
Minutemen,
the Sonics,
Gichy Dan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flipper,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Easy Going,
Severed Heads,
Half Japanese,
Groovy Waters,
Ultra Naté,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mandrill,
The Blackbyrds,
Brick,
The Modern Lovers,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.