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 Fiji and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Lou Reed 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 Ten City to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Alton Ellis,
The Walker Brothers,
Outsiders,
Kurtis Blow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grey Daturas,
Todd Terry,
The Gap Band,
Rekid,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cal Tjader,
Mantronix,
Stereo Dub,
X-102,
Skaos,
Cymande,
Sixth Finger,
the Slits,
Byron Stingily,
Electric Prunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter and Kerry,
Stiv Bators,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Sonics,
Japan,
Negative Approach,
Jeru the Damaja,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Albert Ayler,
Tomorrow,
Crooked Eye,
Absolute Body Control,
Ituana,
Brass Construction,
Skriet,
Judy Mowatt,
Pylon,
The Vogues,
Sight & Sound,
ABC,
X-Ray Spex,
Zero Boys,
Magma,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Metal Thangz,
Hot Snakes,
The Blackbyrds,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Human League,
Public Enemy,
Monolake,
Black Pus,
Anthony Braxton,
Nik Kershaw,
Severed Heads,
Vladislav Delay,
David Axelrod,
Dawn Penn,
Dual Sessions,
Dark Day,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.