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 Macedonia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cal Tjader to the rap 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Slackers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ornette Coleman,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Pretty Things,
Youth Brigade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Excepter,
Robert Görl,
Throbbing Gristle,
Faust,
Alton Ellis,
Television Personalities,
Fluxion,
The Raincoats,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funkadelic,
Wally Richardson,
Graham Central Station,
Ossler,
Desert Stars,
The Index,
The Doors,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun Ra,
Pierre Henry,
Procol Harum,
Theoretical Girls,
Bauhaus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Morten Harket,
Japan,
FM Einheit,
James White and The Blacks,
Unrelated Segments,
LL Cool J,
The Zeros,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monolake,
John Holt,
The Victims,
Derrick May,
Lou Christie,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wolf Eyes,
Gabor Szabo,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mummies,
Qualms,
One Last Wish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Swans,
Wire,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.