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 Cape Verde and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Five Americans to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Tubeway Army,
Eli Mardock,
Nas,
Royal Trux,
Pierre Henry,
Qualms,
Newcleus,
Skriet,
The Beau Brummels,
World's Most,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rosa Yemen,
The Invisible,
Flipper,
John Holt,
Bob Dylan,
the Slits,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Underground Resistance,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Associates,
Hoover,
Curtis Mayfield,
Faraquet,
PIL,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jerry's Kids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Toasters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Y Pants,
The Cure,
The Cramps,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Techniques,
The Leaves,
Pagans,
Mad Mike,
Bluetip,
Swell Maps,
Donald Byrd,
The Victims,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Depeche Mode,
Kaleidoscope,
Pantaleimon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Average White Band,
Cal Tjader,
CMW,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Angels of Light,
The Moleskins,
The Gun Club,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.