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 Mauritius and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Rites of Spring to the disco 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock 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?
Unrelated Segments,
Alton Ellis,
Tim Buckley,
Bizarre Inc.,
Guru Guru,
The Index,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roy Ayers,
The Young Rascals,
The Fugs,
Pantytec,
MC5,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moebius,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Victims,
The Skatalites,
Leonard Cohen,
the Association,
Ponytail,
Barclay James Harvest,
Goldenarms,
Radiohead,
Neil Young,
The Dead C,
Eve St. Jones,
Blossom Toes,
Cal Tjader,
Monolake,
Sonny Sharrock,
Echospace,
The Monochrome Set,
the Germs,
Ice-T,
Stetsasonic,
Aloha Tigers,
Grey Daturas,
Brand Nubian,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sällskapet,
Audionom,
Judy Mowatt,
The United States of America,
Buzzcocks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marmalade,
48th St. Collective,
Oneida,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare,
Bob Dylan,
The Offenders,
Little Man,
Soul II Soul,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Sheep,
EPMD,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.