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 Grenada and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Quando Quango to the jazz 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultra Naté,
John Cale,
Skaos,
Black Bananas,
Dark Day,
The Victims,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eve St. Jones,
The Residents,
Negative Approach,
OOIOO,
Marmalade,
A Certain Ratio,
UT,
The Searchers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Zapp,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Saints,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Magma,
DJ Sneak,
Electric Prunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Hashim,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mummies,
Bad Manners,
Loose Ends,
Vladislav Delay,
Jerry's Kids,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harry Pussy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
Japan,
Sonic Youth,
Fear,
Intrusion,
Erykah Badu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Fania All-Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lyres,
Al Stewart,
DJ Style,
Camberwell Now,
Joey Negro,
Donald Byrd,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crispian St. Peters,
Average White Band,
Aswad,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.