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 Algeria and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the crunk 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Half Japanese,
Public Enemy,
Oneida,
The Human League,
The Busters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Divine Comedy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New Age Steppers,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Walker Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dual Sessions,
Connie Case,
The Seeds,
Pere Ubu,
D'Angelo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Max Romeo,
The Moleskins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June Days,
the Fania All-Stars,
David McCallum,
World's Most,
The Birthday Party,
Eve St. Jones,
The Standells,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Womack,
Outsiders,
Moebius,
Grauzone,
Fluxion,
The Monks,
Q and Not U,
Slave,
Rhythm & Sound,
This Heat,
The Fall,
La Düsseldorf,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Section 25,
Matthew Halsall,
Isaac Hayes,
Simply Red,
Loose Ends,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gories,
Underground Resistance,
Yusef Lateef,
Flipper,
Davy DMX,
Juan Atkins,
The Gap Band,
Bang On A Can,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.