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 Yemen and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Rites of Spring to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Simply Red,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Faraquet,
The Victims,
James White and The Blacks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
FM Einheit,
Flipper,
Dawn Penn,
Prince Buster,
The Blues Magoos,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Donald Byrd,
Sister Nancy,
Brothers Johnson,
Ossler,
Kenny Larkin,
Shoche,
Nico,
Arcadia,
Mantronix,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ohio Players,
Inner City,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neu!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blancmange,
David Axelrod,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eddi Front,
Thompson Twins,
Leonard Cohen,
The Offenders,
Deadbeat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deepchord,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Standells,
Fatback Band,
Scrapy,
Cecil Taylor,
Bauhaus,
The Saints,
Dennis Brown,
June Days,
Joensuu 1685,
Grandmaster Flash,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Lydon,
Radio Birdman,
The Techniques,
Brass Construction,
Josef K,
Mission of Burma,
Youth Brigade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.