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 Senegal and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Deepchord to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Dual Sessions,
kango's stein massive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Bananas,
Harmonia,
Television Personalities,
Fatback Band,
Yaz,
The Saints,
Bad Manners,
Clear Light,
Delon & Dalcan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Move,
Vladislav Delay,
Toni Rubio,
K-Klass,
This Heat,
Ten City,
Eli Mardock,
Aaron Thompson,
Audionom,
Joey Negro,
Steve Hackett,
Flash Fearless,
The Dead C,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radiopuhelimet,
These Immortal Souls,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fortunes,
Spandau Ballet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Parry Music,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Victims,
Henry Cow,
The Fugs,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dead Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cramps,
Lou Christie,
Schoolly D,
Idris Muhammad,
Thompson Twins,
Roy Ayers,
Yusef Lateef,
ABBA,
Jeff Mills,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Index,
Neu!,
Lower 48,
The Mummies,
Andrew Hill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.