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 Mozambique and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Symarip to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yaz,
The Dirtbombs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cowsills,
Bob Dylan,
Blossom Toes,
Cal Tjader,
Royal Trux,
Pantaleimon,
Accadde A,
Chris & Cosey,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Slackers,
Swell Maps,
The Toasters,
Stereo Dub,
Sun Ra,
Steve Hackett,
UT,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fortunes,
CMW,
B.T. Express,
R.M.O.,
Ituana,
U.S. Maple,
cv313,
Average White Band,
Soft Machine,
Deakin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Procol Harum,
Roxy Music,
Pantytec,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Franke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Pus,
Letta Mbulu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quantec,
Oblivians,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mark Hollis,
Arab on Radar,
Brick,
Bush Tetras,
Ice-T,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Starr,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Misunderstood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Saints,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.