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 Solomon Islands and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brand Nubian to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Suicide,
Sight & Sound,
The Associates,
Lebanon Hanover,
New York Dolls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yaz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barrington Levy,
The Residents,
Main Source,
Sarah Menescal,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sound,
Lindisfarne,
K-Klass,
Nick Fraelich,
Absolute Body Control,
Marine Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Pulsallama,
Magma,
Heaven 17,
Thompson Twins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Byrd,
Harpers Bizarre,
James White and The Blacks,
Minutemen,
Brick,
Skaos,
Slave,
The Vogues,
Roxy Music,
Idris Muhammad,
The Names,
Jeff Mills,
Easy Going,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Procol Harum,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Five Americans,
The Motions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gichy Dan,
MDC,
Roy Ayers,
Average White Band,
The Standells,
Cecil Taylor,
Whodini,
Laurel Aitken,
Lower 48,
The Tremeloes,
Ludus,
Unwound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David McCallum,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.