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 Mali and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Yazoo to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moebius,
Marshall Jefferson,
Archie Shepp,
The Monochrome Set,
Fear,
Qualms,
Unwound,
John Foxx,
Alice Coltrane,
John Cale,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ken Boothe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Little Man,
Grey Daturas,
Kerri Chandler,
The Blues Magoos,
James White and The Blacks,
kango's stein massive,
Pantytec,
Anakelly,
Wally Richardson,
Jacob Miller,
H. Thieme,
The Angels of Light,
Fad Gadget,
The Five Americans,
Pierre Henry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rakim,
The Mojo Men,
Bad Manners,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scrapy,
Gang Starr,
Metal Thangz,
Sonic Youth,
Dark Day,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric Dolphy,
FM Einheit,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deadbeat,
Derrick Morgan,
Thee Headcoats,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultimate Spinach,
AZ,
A Certain Ratio,
The Remains,
the Germs,
Pagans,
Joy Division,
Reagan Youth,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.