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 Samoa and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Wings,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Easy Going,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Sonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fortunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Oneida,
Moby Grape,
The Invisible,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Wyatt,
Rites of Spring,
Dawn Penn,
Swans,
Surgeon,
The Smoke,
Alice Coltrane,
Fela Kuti,
The Index,
Bush Tetras,
Faust,
Aloha Tigers,
Todd Terry,
Amazonics,
H. Thieme,
Alton Ellis,
Dark Day,
Traffic Nightmare,
Liliput,
Don Cherry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fire Engines,
Monolake,
Ultra Naté,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Malaria!,
The Doobie Brothers,
cv313,
Drexciya,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yusef Lateef,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Red Krayola,
Pagans,
Ronan,
Archie Shepp,
Saccharine Trust,
Mo-Dettes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Organ,
Parry Music,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Slackers,
The Litter,
R.M.O.,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.