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 Ireland and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Eric B and Rakim to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Gang of Four,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joe Smooth,
Barrington Levy,
Half Japanese,
Cecil Taylor,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gap Band,
Funky Four + One,
Make Up,
Yellowson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Model 500,
Pantaleimon,
Scratch Acid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
E-Dancer,
The Litter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crooked Eye,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rufus Thomas,
Matthew Bourne,
Grey Daturas,
The Walker Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
Ronan,
Second Layer,
Yazoo,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed,
Judy Mowatt,
Jacques Brel,
Tomorrow,
Eurythmics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Sherman,
The Raincoats,
Warsaw,
The Remains,
The Skatalites,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Hardrive,
June of 44,
Colin Newman,
Faust,
ABBA,
10cc,
Spoonie Gee,
The Misunderstood,
Fear,
Accadde A,
Tropical Tobacco,
Shuggie Otis,
Grauzone,
The Happenings,
Bootsy Collins,
Albert Ayler,
Peter & Gordon,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.