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 Taiwan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The United States of America to the jazz 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Kevin Saunderson,
Von Mondo,
Saccharine Trust,
Erykah Badu,
Moebius,
The Walker Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Marc Almond,
a-ha,
Mandrill,
Cecil Taylor,
Skarface,
Sam Rivers,
The Wake,
The Fortunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Womack,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yazoo,
Kurtis Blow,
The Saints,
Panda Bear,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Buckinghams,
David McCallum,
Marmalade,
Max Romeo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Five Americans,
Davy DMX,
T. Rex,
Brass Construction,
James White and The Blacks,
Ice-T,
Shoche,
The Fugs,
Reagan Youth,
D'Angelo,
X-102,
U.S. Maple,
Model 500,
Joyce Sims,
Little Man,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacques Brel,
Zero Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Masters at Work,
Yusef Lateef,
Soul Sonic Force,
Susan Cadogan,
Alton Ellis,
Pole,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.