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 Micronesia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Sixth Finger to the grime 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Albert Ayler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cal Tjader,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Das Ding,
Los Fastidios,
Barrington Levy,
Andrew Hill,
Kool Moe Dee,
Don Cherry,
The Beau Brummels,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doors,
Bluetip,
The Walker Brothers,
Cluster,
Dennis Brown,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Loose Ends,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boredoms,
The Names,
Jacques Brel,
the Normal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Average White Band,
Bobby Womack,
Siglo XX,
F. McDonald,
PIL,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter and Kerry,
Pagans,
10cc,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nirvana,
The Cure,
Dawn Penn,
Radio Birdman,
Technova,
DJ Sneak,
The Move,
The Happenings,
Television Personalities,
The Five Americans,
Pere Ubu,
Hashim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pantytec,
Mad Mike,
Janne Schatter,
LL Cool J,
Royal Trux,
Pole,
Youth Brigade,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.