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 Grenada and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the grime 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Franke,
Kurtis Blow,
Maurizio,
James White and The Blacks,
Tom Boy,
Main Source,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sonics,
The Tremeloes,
8 Eyed Spy,
DNA,
Cybotron,
Nas,
Bronski Beat,
Fluxion,
Sight & Sound,
Livin' Joy,
China Crisis,
Cymande,
Slick Rick,
Nik Kershaw,
Pierre Henry,
Moby Grape,
June Days,
Janne Schatter,
Quantec,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric Copeland,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dual Sessions,
Black Pus,
The Beau Brummels,
Accadde A,
Deepchord,
Scion,
Faraquet,
The Mummies,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arab on Radar,
The Cowsills,
cv313,
Los Fastidios,
Suburban Knight,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rosa Yemen,
Alison Limerick,
The Saints,
Max Romeo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Royal Trux,
Lyres,
Warren Ellis,
Darondo,
Donny Hathaway,
The Seeds,
Aloha Tigers,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.