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 Barbados and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Five Americans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Franke,
Sarah Menescal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Grass Roots,
The Smiths,
Don Cherry,
Kenny Larkin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yazoo,
Inner City,
Zero Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dead C,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thompson Twins,
Oneida,
Sister Nancy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radio Birdman,
Saccharine Trust,
The New Christs,
Qualms,
Unwound,
Drexciya,
The Blues Magoos,
Sandy B,
Minor Threat,
Connie Case,
David Bowie,
Nirvana,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quadrant,
Brothers Johnson,
Joyce Sims,
Ronan,
Patti Smith,
Eli Mardock,
R.M.O.,
Arcadia,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeff Lynne,
CMW,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Skatalites,
Massinfluence,
Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Bourne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Schoolly D,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Animal Collective,
Radiohead,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brand Nubian,
UT,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.