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 Ukraine and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Byrd 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang of Four,
Bizarre Inc.,
Matthew Bourne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rod Modell,
Soulsonic Force,
Roxy Music,
Section 25,
Fela Kuti,
Q65,
Joy Division,
Parry Music,
Young Marble Giants,
Gregory Isaacs,
Shoche,
ABC,
Leonard Cohen,
The Blues Magoos,
Amon Düül,
Tears for Fears,
Can,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Monolake,
The Fugs,
Blossom Toes,
Kas Product,
The Doobie Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
The Gun Club,
Swans,
Desert Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kerri Chandler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barbara Tucker,
Eli Mardock,
The Mojo Men,
The Pop Group,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
The Busters,
Juan Atkins,
Fad Gadget,
Chris Corsano,
The Slackers,
Joyce Sims,
Cal Tjader,
Little Man,
Funky Four + One,
MC5,
The Gories,
Al Stewart,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun City Girls,
Lindisfarne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Qualms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.