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 Comoros and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Morten Harket to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deepchord,
Stereo Dub,
Erykah Badu,
The Mojo Men,
Shuggie Otis,
Erasure,
Neil Young,
Moby Grape,
Dawn Penn,
Flash Fearless,
Byron Stingily,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Monks,
Sällskapet,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Hill,
Essential Logic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Byrd,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
kango's stein massive,
Wings,
Spandau Ballet,
Cheater Slicks,
The Moleskins,
Scrapy,
Deakin,
Sun Ra,
The Slackers,
Minutemen,
Nik Kershaw,
The Selecter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Raincoats,
Hashim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeru the Damaja,
Anthony Braxton,
The Barracudas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neu!,
Flipper,
The Misunderstood,
Tres Demented,
Country Teasers,
These Immortal Souls,
Roy Ayers,
Kas Product,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cluster,
Saccharine Trust,
Inner City,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rekid,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yusef Lateef,
The Knickerbockers,
Pulsallama,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dual Sessions,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.