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 Kuwait and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Ossler to the grime 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
K-Klass,
Smog,
Amon Düül,
Pierre Henry,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Wyatt,
Juan Atkins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Motions,
Kerri Chandler,
Sarah Menescal,
Marc Almond,
the Human League,
Rekid,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stereo Dub,
Lower 48,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gabor Szabo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
cv313,
Anthony Braxton,
The Saints,
Crime,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crooked Eye,
The Electric Prunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bob Dylan,
Buzzcocks,
The Gories,
Byron Stingily,
Cymande,
Judy Mowatt,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Womack,
Scratch Acid,
Japan,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Trojans,
Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring,
Intrusion,
This Heat,
The Moody Blues,
Simply Red,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rakim,
The Fugs,
The Angels of Light,
Liliput,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gong,
Mr. Review,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sex Pistols,
Monolake,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.