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 Eritrea and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 the Fania All-Stars to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Martian,
The Gap Band,
Iggy Pop,
Sixth Finger,
Graham Central Station,
Albert Ayler,
Organ,
Mission of Burma,
John Holt,
U.S. Maple,
Neu!,
Monks,
Accadde A,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arthur Verocai,
Marvin Gaye,
Barry Ungar,
La Düsseldorf,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Knickerbockers,
Letta Mbulu,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Index,
Sun Ra,
Hashim,
Andrew Hill,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Techniques,
Maleditus Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Cheater Slicks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ronan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Surgeon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sonics,
Main Source,
Bill Near,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sexual Harrassment,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Velvet Underground,
Lalann,
Whodini,
The Doors,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cramps,
Fela Kuti,
The Birthday Party,
Sarah Menescal,
Little Man,
Wasted Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Jawbox,
Ten City,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.