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 Accra.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Average White Band,
The Monks,
UT,
Lebanon Hanover,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Clarke,
Rites of Spring,
Schoolly D,
Black Flag,
Babytalk,
The Selecter,
Reagan Youth,
Adolescents,
KRS-One,
AZ,
Blake Baxter,
D'Angelo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Icehouse,
Roger Hodgson,
June Days,
Whodini,
Das Ding,
Ponytail,
Derrick Morgan,
Marine Girls,
Kas Product,
Robert Hood,
Letta Mbulu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric B and Rakim,
Danielle Patucci,
Joensuu 1685,
Joey Negro,
Isaac Hayes,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wolf Eyes,
Fluxion,
Andrew Hill,
The Shadows of Knight,
Archie Shepp,
Bob Dylan,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fall,
Pole,
Bizarre Inc.,
Electric Prunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Standells,
Scientists,
The Velvet Underground,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.