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 Chad and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Trumans Water to the crunk 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Cal Tjader,
Tim Buckley,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
T.S.O.L.,
Funkadelic,
Gong,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Green,
Ponytail,
Eden Ahbez,
Q65,
Clear Light,
The Golliwogs,
Johnny Clarke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Patti Smith,
David Bowie,
the Swans,
Scion,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Royal Trux,
Kurtis Blow,
Laurel Aitken,
Mark Hollis,
L. Decosne,
Schoolly D,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
U.S. Maple,
Scientists,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Shoche,
Matthew Bourne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gabor Szabo,
Chris Corsano,
David Axelrod,
Television,
Max Romeo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Model 500,
The Cure,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric B and Rakim,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Walker Brothers,
Symarip,
F. McDonald,
Cameo,
The Fuzztones,
Man Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
This Heat,
Scratch Acid,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deepchord,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.