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 Niger and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joy Division to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Trojans,
The Young Rascals,
Q and Not U,
The Motions,
Isaac Hayes,
Malaria!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Selecter,
Archie Shepp,
Pharoah Sanders,
Matthew Halsall,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Big Daddy Kane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sparks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pulsallama,
Terry Callier,
Barrington Levy,
Fluxion,
Barbara Tucker,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Letta Mbulu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Sherman,
The Associates,
Neu!,
Warsaw,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pagans,
Charles Mingus,
The Toasters,
Tres Demented,
Los Fastidios,
The Litter,
Oblivians,
Juan Atkins,
Johnny Clarke,
T. Rex,
the Swans,
Young Marble Giants,
Sonic Youth,
Black Flag,
Amazonics,
Yaz,
ABC,
MC5,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aaron Thompson,
Essential Logic,
Shoche,
Max Romeo,
The Names,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tears for Fears,
X-Ray Spex,
Accadde A,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.