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 Finland and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Thompson Twins to the jazz 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Jeff Mills,
Half Japanese,
Accadde A,
Ituana,
Yellowson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Prince Buster,
Von Mondo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Liliput,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fela Kuti,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chris Corsano,
cv313,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gun Club,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joe Finger,
Black Bananas,
The Standells,
Davy DMX,
Hashim,
Angry Samoans,
Mantronix,
Desert Stars,
Rekid,
Fluxion,
Nils Olav,
Procol Harum,
Kevin Saunderson,
Magazine,
Peter & Gordon,
X-102,
Andrew Hill,
Anthony Braxton,
the Normal,
The Electric Prunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Young Rascals,
Toni Rubio,
Whodini,
Gichy Dan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deakin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Max Romeo,
Scan 7,
Lalo Schifrin,
Piero Umiliani,
Cheater Slicks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skaos,
Monks,
Iggy Pop,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bill Wells,
Q65,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.