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 Samoa and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Drexciya to the funk 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Scratch Acid,
Simply Red,
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roxy Music,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soul II Soul,
Ornette Coleman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Unwound,
Outsiders,
The Residents,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fire Engines,
Gang of Four,
Lungfish,
Thompson Twins,
Sound Behaviour,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Theoretical Girls,
The Kinks,
Kas Product,
UT,
Mark Hollis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Magma,
Ten City,
10cc,
Tomorrow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eurythmics,
The Fall,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lower 48,
Adolescents,
Stetsasonic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cal Tjader,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hardrive,
Lucky Dragons,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eve St. Jones,
Blossom Toes,
Erasure,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Isaac Hayes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Das Ding,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nils Olav,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fuzztones,
Aswad,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.