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 Montenegro and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tim Buckley,
James White and The Blacks,
Lyres,
Los Fastidios,
The Moleskins,
Andrew Hill,
Audionom,
Livin' Joy,
Fluxion,
Buzzcocks,
Amon Düül,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soulsonic Force,
Minutemen,
Dennis Brown,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Max Romeo,
Lalo Schifrin,
One Last Wish,
Sällskapet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Con Funk Shun,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
48th St. Collective,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vladislav Delay,
Arab on Radar,
Idris Muhammad,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Magazine,
Supertramp,
Hasil Adkins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Wells,
The Busters,
The Buckinghams,
Pantytec,
Wally Richardson,
Howard Jones,
Kayak,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Flag,
Mr. Review,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Byrd,
The Monks,
Vainqueur,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Tremeloes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Panda Bear,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.