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 Tanzania and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Doors to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Infiniti,
Essential Logic,
Dual Sessions,
Young Marble Giants,
Qualms,
Marmalade,
Unrelated Segments,
Slick Rick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Model 500,
Rites of Spring,
Funkadelic,
Crime,
Cameo,
Don Cherry,
Erasure,
Godley & Creme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scientists,
The Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dennis Brown,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-101,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Bananas,
This Heat,
Flipper,
Man Parrish,
Ice-T,
Janne Schatter,
The Fortunes,
Davy DMX,
Hashim,
Tom Boy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alton Ellis,
The Happenings,
Amon Düül,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Music Machine,
Das Ding,
Ossler,
Oblivians,
Niagra,
The Trojans,
Masters at Work,
The Five Americans,
The Fire Engines,
Eden Ahbez,
Ohio Players,
Nick Fraelich,
Harmonia,
Popol Vuh,
The Gap Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lightning Bolt,
Faraquet,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.