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 Iceland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 Jeff Mills to the jazz 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Neon Judgement,
Erasure,
Franke,
The Sonics,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Con Funk Shun,
Lebanon Hanover,
Negative Approach,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cowsills,
Moby Grape,
Little Man,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Sonics,
Los Fastidios,
Rotary Connection,
Accadde A,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Angels of Light,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soul II Soul,
The Remains,
The Techniques,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eddi Front,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Johnny Clarke,
Fad Gadget,
The Gun Club,
E-Dancer,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hashim,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Starr,
Silicon Teens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Zeros,
Cymande,
The Count Five,
UT,
Yazoo,
Fatback Band,
Popol Vuh,
Cybotron,
Whodini,
Can,
Junior Murvin,
Black Bananas,
Davy DMX,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pere Ubu,
Neu!,
Subhumans,
Fela Kuti,
The Cramps,
Joy Division,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.