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 Tajikistan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Donald Fagen 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 dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Alice Coltrane,
The Raincoats,
Tom Boy,
Pierre Henry,
Morten Harket,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Litter,
Tommy Roe,
The Names,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultra Naté,
Eli Mardock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bad Manners,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minny Pops,
LL Cool J,
Anthony Braxton,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Piero Umiliani,
Theoretical Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Howard Jones,
Nirvana,
Alison Limerick,
Magazine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Move,
Scion,
Lindisfarne,
Stiv Bators,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Angels of Light,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Spoonie Gee,
June Days,
Althea and Donna,
Letta Mbulu,
Rufus Thomas,
48th St. Collective,
The Gap Band,
Agitation Free,
The Moody Blues,
Steve Hackett,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Slave,
Essential Logic,
Peter and Kerry,
Bill Wells,
cv313,
David McCallum,
MDC,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Al Stewart,
The Mojo Men,
The Toasters,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.