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 Mauritania and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the rock 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
These Immortal Souls,
Adolescents,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joensuu 1685,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
MDC,
David McCallum,
Todd Rundgren,
Ken Boothe,
The Kinks,
Blake Baxter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wings,
Wasted Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thee Headcoats,
the Sonics,
The Move,
Monks,
Bobby Womack,
Black Pus,
Sparks,
Roxette,
Glenn Branca,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crash Course in Science,
Pantaleimon,
Quando Quango,
ABBA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
LL Cool J,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
AZ,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joe Finger,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Royal Trux,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Normal,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rhythm & Sound,
EPMD,
Audionom,
The Techniques,
Byron Stingily,
Half Japanese,
Alice Coltrane,
Terry Callier,
Siglo XX,
Lindisfarne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Neon Judgement,
Zero Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.