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 Madagascar and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Donald Byrd to the grunge 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Monks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Sherman,
Fluxion,
Subhumans,
Country Teasers,
D'Angelo,
Brothers Johnson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Germs,
Susan Cadogan,
The Knickerbockers,
Rites of Spring,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smiths,
Sun Ra,
Urselle,
Spoonie Gee,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeff Mills,
The Residents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lakeside,
Lyres,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
EPMD,
Fatback Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Howard Jones,
Scrapy,
June Days,
Niagra,
Talk Talk,
Ten City,
T.S.O.L.,
Gabor Szabo,
The Misunderstood,
DJ Style,
New Order,
Stetsasonic,
Joey Negro,
Eric Copeland,
Slave,
Porter Ricks,
Amon Düül II,
Animal Collective,
China Crisis,
Cluster,
Minny Pops,
Jeff Lynne,
The Vogues,
World's Most,
Hardrive,
The Monks,
Man Parrish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.