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 Kenya and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Tim Buckley to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Radio Birdman,
Jacob Miller,
R.M.O.,
Pagans,
The J.B.'s,
the Slits,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Pop Group,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boredoms,
the Bar-Kays,
Eden Ahbez,
Mr. Review,
Suicide,
The Names,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mark Hollis,
Anthony Braxton,
Thee Headcoats,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter & Gordon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
FM Einheit,
Sun Ra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barbara Tucker,
The Last Poets,
Godley & Creme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blake Baxter,
Cybotron,
Joe Finger,
Funkadelic,
Carl Craig,
Simply Red,
Zero Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Delta 5,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Human League,
Tommy Roe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marmalade,
Lower 48,
Sarah Menescal,
Graham Central Station,
Brand Nubian,
KRS-One,
Thompson Twins,
Wings,
The Leaves,
John Coltrane,
CMW,
the Germs,
Cameo,
Ornette Coleman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.