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 Honduras and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Glenn Branca,
The Associates,
Derrick Morgan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Talk Talk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aloha Tigers,
Q65,
Matthew Halsall,
Kayak,
Ten City,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camberwell Now,
Aural Exciters,
Average White Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Tom Boy,
The Angels of Light,
Maurizio,
Schoolly D,
Thompson Twins,
The Music Machine,
Moss Icon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flash Fearless,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minnie Riperton,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Womack,
Eric Dolphy,
X-101,
Animal Collective,
Ossler,
The Mummies,
The Gun Club,
Rod Modell,
The Blackbyrds,
Minny Pops,
Godley & Creme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Moon,
Porter Ricks,
New Age Steppers,
Aaron Thompson,
The Toasters,
Stereo Dub,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Altered Images,
the Sonics,
Amon Düül,
Don Cherry,
Minutemen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yusef Lateef,
Junior Murvin,
John Cale,
The Slits,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.