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 South Sudan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nas to the rap 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Davy DMX,
Bang On A Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Iggy Pop,
Deakin,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gap Band,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sonics,
Ultra Naté,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Cale,
The Velvet Underground,
Soulsonic Force,
Inner City,
Marcia Griffiths,
Andrew Hill,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dawn Penn,
X-Ray Spex,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Sherman,
Shuggie Otis,
The Music Machine,
Clear Light,
The Techniques,
The Tremeloes,
Godley & Creme,
Cymande,
Negative Approach,
Con Funk Shun,
Khruangbin,
Harry Pussy,
Sister Nancy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oblivians,
Tubeway Army,
Brass Construction,
LL Cool J,
Saccharine Trust,
Max Romeo,
Stereo Dub,
The Cowsills,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Altered Images,
In Retrospect,
Carl Craig,
Michelle Simonal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joy Division,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Reagan Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Reuben Wilson,
Lakeside,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Shoche,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.