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 Kosovo and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Shoche to the rap 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rapeman,
Blake Baxter,
Slave,
World's Most,
Johnny Clarke,
Popol Vuh,
Lee Hazlewood,
Guru Guru,
Hashim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alphaville,
Moby Grape,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roger Hodgson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rosa Yemen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lower 48,
Sexual Harrassment,
Howard Jones,
Television,
David McCallum,
Neu!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Suicide,
Silicon Teens,
The Trojans,
Faust,
Kaleidoscope,
Youth Brigade,
Black Bananas,
Lou Christie,
The Happenings,
Soul II Soul,
Swans,
Liliput,
Freddie Wadling,
Whodini,
Jerry's Kids,
the Human League,
Robert Wyatt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Andrew Hill,
Scion,
The Raincoats,
Soft Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yazoo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Warren Ellis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eden Ahbez,
Bluetip,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.