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 Poland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Metal Thangz to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Human League,
New York Dolls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Unrelated Segments,
Minutemen,
T. Rex,
Jeff Mills,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Knickerbockers,
MC5,
Sound Behaviour,
Minor Threat,
Blancmange,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Smiths,
X-101,
David Axelrod,
The Music Machine,
Brick,
Goldenarms,
Drexciya,
Josef K,
Joe Smooth,
Y Pants,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gun Club,
The Cowsills,
Donald Byrd,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Velvet Underground,
AZ,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Remains,
Kevin Saunderson,
Slick Rick,
Max Romeo,
Malaria!,
The Real Kids,
Lucky Dragons,
Yaz,
Piero Umiliani,
Kaleidoscope,
Warsaw,
Shoche,
Visage,
Lindisfarne,
the Association,
Roy Ayers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Swans,
The Cramps,
Sight & Sound,
The Zeros,
Alton Ellis,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.