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 Gambia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Max Romeo to the funk 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Smog,
The Skatalites,
DJ Sneak,
Rhythm & Sound,
LL Cool J,
Duran Duran,
David McCallum,
KRS-One,
Supertramp,
Jesper Dahlback,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Isaac Hayes,
Reuben Wilson,
Roxette,
Saccharine Trust,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Soft Cell,
Stiv Bators,
Bobbi Humphrey,
A Certain Ratio,
Tim Buckley,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oblivians,
Sight & Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Terry Callier,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scion,
Siglo XX,
Archie Shepp,
Motorama,
Lungfish,
Peter & Gordon,
The Grass Roots,
Moebius,
JFA,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare,
Minny Pops,
The Neon Judgement,
Amon Düül,
The Golliwogs,
Blossom Toes,
Quando Quango,
Swell Maps,
Rotary Connection,
Vainqueur,
the Normal,
New Order,
Spandau Ballet,
The Vogues,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ronan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Modern Lovers,
Con Funk Shun,
The Invisible,
UT,
June of 44,
Outsiders,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.