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 Portugal and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tubeway Army to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Peter & Gordon,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeff Mills,
Fat Boys,
Can,
Cal Tjader,
Negative Approach,
Panda Bear,
Morten Harket,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
FM Einheit,
The Gladiators,
Minny Pops,
Donny Hathaway,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Banda Bassotti,
Symarip,
The Trojans,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Modern Lovers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
The Fire Engines,
The Names,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Piero Umiliani,
Lower 48,
Q and Not U,
Ten City,
K-Klass,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Wyatt,
Minor Threat,
R.M.O.,
Fugazi,
Surgeon,
Prince Buster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Masters at Work,
Faust,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Terry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gong,
Liliput,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cymande,
Au Pairs,
Model 500,
Cameo,
the Bar-Kays,
Deepchord,
The Skatalites,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rod Modell,
The American Breed,
Matthew Halsall,
Soft Cell,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.