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 Jamaica and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 James White and The Blacks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
The Toasters,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Standells,
Chris Corsano,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeff Mills,
Howard Jones,
Infiniti,
The Searchers,
This Heat,
Hoover,
Letta Mbulu,
The United States of America,
The Cowsills,
Lindisfarne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Goldenarms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lungfish,
ABC,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Babytalk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skarface,
Scrapy,
Deakin,
the Soft Cell,
The Saints,
Kaleidoscope,
Maurizio,
Marvin Gaye,
Parry Music,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Panda Bear,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Talk Talk,
Gang of Four,
The Doors,
Derrick Morgan,
the Normal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Carl Craig,
Neu!,
Leonard Cohen,
Sugar Minott,
Donald Byrd,
Joe Smooth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Television,
Cal Tjader,
Rufus Thomas,
Janne Schatter,
Japan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sisters of Mercy,
EPMD,
China Crisis,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.