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 Ethiopia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Maurizio,
Section 25,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crispian St. Peters,
AZ,
Terry Callier,
Whodini,
Shuggie Otis,
the Association,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sparks,
John Cale,
Echospace,
Rites of Spring,
the Germs,
Janne Schatter,
The Fortunes,
Simply Red,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Johnny Osbourne,
Youth Brigade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gichy Dan,
The Durutti Column,
Ohio Players,
Kaleidoscope,
Moby Grape,
Scratch Acid,
the Bar-Kays,
Soft Machine,
Black Flag,
Subhumans,
Smog,
Amon Düül,
Infiniti,
MDC,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hoover,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Christie,
Terrestrial Tones,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chris Corsano,
The Modern Lovers,
Godley & Creme,
kango's stein massive,
Drexciya,
Josef K,
Heaven 17,
The Residents,
Talk Talk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.