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 Ireland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Kaleidoscope,
Dawn Penn,
Surgeon,
Toni Rubio,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric Copeland,
Sonic Youth,
B.T. Express,
Public Enemy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Spoonie Gee,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Sonics,
Crooked Eye,
Yellowson,
Prince Buster,
Eric Dolphy,
The United States of America,
Gerry Rafferty,
Erykah Badu,
Hashim,
Godley & Creme,
Letta Mbulu,
Faust,
Max Romeo,
H. Thieme,
Icehouse,
48th St. Collective,
The Five Americans,
Grauzone,
Franke,
The Pretty Things,
Marcia Griffiths,
Darondo,
Wire,
Smog,
Mad Mike,
John Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
Mars,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smiths,
the Association,
Eve St. Jones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Wyatt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rosa Yemen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Youth Brigade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Donald Byrd,
The Birthday Party,
The Modern Lovers,
Desert Stars,
Joe Smooth,
Terry Callier,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.