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 Bahamas and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the funk 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minutemen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Electric Prunes,
Wire,
Make Up,
Siglo XX,
The Slackers,
The Litter,
The Cramps,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
LL Cool J,
Amon Düül II,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Blake Baxter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Pus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Negative Approach,
Donald Byrd,
Public Enemy,
Sandy B,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kerri Chandler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Kinks,
48th St. Collective,
L. Decosne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Scan 7,
EPMD,
Metal Thangz,
Ice-T,
The Invisible,
Deepchord,
Gabor Szabo,
X-Ray Spex,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Moleskins,
UT,
Warsaw,
Television,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moss Icon,
Newcleus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Suicide,
The Techniques,
Grauzone,
Talk Talk,
Half Japanese,
The Motions,
Whodini,
Gichy Dan,
Connie Case,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.