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 South Sudan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Franke to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Eden Ahbez,
Wolf Eyes,
Archie Shepp,
Todd Terry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Royal Trux,
The Doobie Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Amon Düül,
Symarip,
Black Pus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yaz,
Scan 7,
Bad Manners,
Michelle Simonal,
Mark Hollis,
Anakelly,
Sun Ra,
Boz Scaggs,
Marine Girls,
Brass Construction,
Isaac Hayes,
Ponytail,
Joe Smooth,
The Fugs,
Pharoah Sanders,
EPMD,
Oneida,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Wyatt,
A Certain Ratio,
Animal Collective,
The Move,
Sixth Finger,
Sarah Menescal,
Crime,
The Moody Blues,
Outsiders,
Urselle,
Erasure,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
D'Angelo,
Alton Ellis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Young Marble Giants,
Motorama,
Don Cherry,
Brick,
The United States of America,
E-Dancer,
Rites of Spring,
Rod Modell,
Intrusion,
The Smoke,
Newcleus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soul II Soul,
Television,
Cymande,
The Music Machine,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.