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 Iran and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bar-Kays to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Don Cherry,
The Selecter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Schoolly D,
Kas Product,
Underground Resistance,
Dark Day,
Eli Mardock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang of Four,
Skaos,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Metal Thangz,
the Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
Sandy B,
Bootsy Collins,
Carl Craig,
Leonard Cohen,
Bang On A Can,
Ronan,
The Sonics,
AZ,
Barrington Levy,
Scan 7,
Model 500,
Morten Harket,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Durutti Column,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Freddie Wadling,
The Blues Magoos,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roy Ayers,
MDC,
Cecil Taylor,
Clear Light,
Easy Going,
Zapp,
Parry Music,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wings,
Bad Manners,
Amon Düül,
Joe Smooth,
Desert Stars,
The Invisible,
The Human League,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Henry Cow,
Matthew Bourne,
Brick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.