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 Russia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Man Parrish,
Ultravox,
Dennis Brown,
Siglo XX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Urselle,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jawbox,
Joyce Sims,
The Count Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Leonard Cohen,
Camberwell Now,
The Zeros,
Liliput,
The Evens,
Yusef Lateef,
The Misunderstood,
Blossom Toes,
Radiohead,
Dual Sessions,
The Last Poets,
Mary Jane Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Derrick Morgan,
Easy Going,
Anthony Braxton,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eli Mardock,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Hood,
Nas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Babytalk,
Pagans,
The Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Bootsy Collins,
L. Decosne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grauzone,
AZ,
Make Up,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wolf Eyes,
The Monks,
Donny Hathaway,
The Red Krayola,
Talk Talk,
Eric Dolphy,
Boogie Down Productions,
June of 44,
Scott Walker,
Roxette,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aloha Tigers,
Al Stewart,
Mo-Dettes,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.