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 Qatar and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Bizarre Inc. to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mojo Men,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nirvana,
Fluxion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Wyatt,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zapp,
Qualms,
Max Romeo,
The Music Machine,
The Fire Engines,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Finger,
Rakim,
Marc Almond,
Bauhaus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
Kaleidoscope,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Blues Magoos,
The Trojans,
Godley & Creme,
Babytalk,
Reagan Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fad Gadget,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Star Department,
The Dirtbombs,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Alarm Clocks,
Adolescents,
Derrick May,
Scientists,
Joensuu 1685,
Iggy Pop,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Raincoats,
Grey Daturas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Massinfluence,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Swell Maps,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Starr,
Desert Stars,
Soft Cell,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.