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 Ecuador and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
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 marimba 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 Minnie Riperton to the funk 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sonic Youth,
Kayak,
Ohio Players,
The Blackbyrds,
Neu!,
Ituana,
Minny Pops,
Whodini,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Underground Resistance,
Swans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moebius,
Clear Light,
Crooked Eye,
The Offenders,
Loose Ends,
Bootsy Collins,
The Names,
These Immortal Souls,
Ten City,
Matthew Halsall,
Agent Orange,
Outsiders,
La Düsseldorf,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Maurizio,
The Mummies,
The Selecter,
Peter and Kerry,
Yusef Lateef,
Charles Mingus,
the Human League,
Vainqueur,
Big Daddy Kane,
Agitation Free,
Y Pants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Germs,
Niagra,
Rakim,
The Barracudas,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Wyatt,
Amon Düül,
The Angels of Light,
Jawbox,
Depeche Mode,
Goldenarms,
Laurel Aitken,
Altered Images,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Buzzcocks,
Simply Red,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Isaac Hayes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.