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 Kiribati and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Jeru the Damaja to the grime 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Avey Tare,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Clarke,
Sonic Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Erykah Badu,
Brothers Johnson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wolf Eyes,
Cecil Taylor,
Morten Harket,
Franke,
Swans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quantec,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quando Quango,
Icehouse,
Joe Finger,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lindisfarne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sugar Minott,
Kaleidoscope,
Essential Logic,
Eurythmics,
The Fire Engines,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
D'Angelo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ponytail,
Animal Collective,
Malaria!,
Janne Schatter,
Aural Exciters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hoover,
Mr. Review,
David McCallum,
The Moody Blues,
PIL,
Popol Vuh,
Sun City Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Parry Music,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scan 7,
Make Up,
The Cowsills,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Motorama,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yellowson,
Yusef Lateef,
Faust,
Josef K,
Boogie Down Productions,
Loose Ends,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.