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 Zambia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Robert Palmer 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the grime 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Matthew Halsall,
Y Pants,
Darondo,
Lower 48,
Byron Stingily,
Panda Bear,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mojo Men,
Slick Rick,
Jimmy McGriff,
Section 25,
Brick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ice-T,
Black Flag,
Carl Craig,
Idris Muhammad,
Animal Collective,
Deepchord,
Heaven 17,
R.M.O.,
The Velvet Underground,
Pole,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Davy DMX,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Los Fastidios,
Joyce Sims,
Ituana,
Ultravox,
Radio Birdman,
Severed Heads,
Alice Coltrane,
Electric Prunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kayak,
Aloha Tigers,
The American Breed,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Toni Rubio,
The Gun Club,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Knickerbockers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Schoolly D,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barbara Tucker,
Scrapy,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cramps,
Unwound,
Talk Talk,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.