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 Namibia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Soul Sonic Force to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Infiniti,
Main Source,
the Normal,
Clear Light,
The Shadows of Knight,
48th St. Collective,
Chris Corsano,
Boredoms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Zero Boys,
DJ Style,
Mission of Burma,
Iggy Pop,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tres Demented,
X-102,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Juan Atkins,
Country Teasers,
Buzzcocks,
Wolf Eyes,
OOIOO,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Wyatt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fortunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter & Gordon,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Techniques,
Fear,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Leonard Cohen,
Sällskapet,
Yaz,
K-Klass,
Panda Bear,
Crash Course in Science,
JFA,
Funkadelic,
Crime,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sex Pistols,
Amon Düül,
Outsiders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Supertramp,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lee Hazlewood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Byrd,
Erykah Badu,
Dead Boys,
Echospace,
Brick,
Hardrive,
Eden Ahbez,
cv313,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.