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 Belize and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Grey Daturas to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Monks,
The Modern Lovers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Grass Roots,
Sonny Sharrock,
Essential Logic,
Jandek,
Jerry Gold Smith,
KRS-One,
Von Mondo,
The Techniques,
MC5,
Sister Nancy,
Swell Maps,
Godley & Creme,
Boz Scaggs,
Malaria!,
Trumans Water,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
Chris Corsano,
Stetsasonic,
Qualms,
June Days,
Ten City,
Buzzcocks,
Arthur Verocai,
10cc,
Talk Talk,
Deadbeat,
The Martian,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Warren Ellis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bluetip,
Livin' Joy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minutemen,
R.M.O.,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Groovy Waters,
a-ha,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
F. McDonald,
Oneida,
The Residents,
Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The United States of America,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Monks,
Joe Smooth,
Charles Mingus,
The Moody Blues,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.