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 Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pere Ubu,
Matthew Halsall,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Hood,
Nas,
Rotary Connection,
Radio Birdman,
Average White Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Litter,
Gang Starr,
Magma,
Echospace,
Andrew Hill,
New Order,
Unwound,
Kenny Larkin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nico,
Barry Ungar,
Yazoo,
Infiniti,
Little Man,
Chris Corsano,
Gichy Dan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kaleidoscope,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stockholm Monsters,
48th St. Collective,
Public Enemy,
Inner City,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Lydon,
Buzzcocks,
Lalann,
Ossler,
Metal Thangz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alison Limerick,
Hashim,
Accadde A,
Ken Boothe,
Marmalade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bill Near,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fugs,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lower 48,
The Star Department,
Motorama,
Charles Mingus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Banda Bassotti,
Kas Product,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.