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 Montenegro and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Scion to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Grass Roots,
Goldenarms,
The Index,
10cc,
48th St. Collective,
Smog,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cure,
Groovy Waters,
Pere Ubu,
the Association,
The Buckinghams,
Joy Division,
John Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
Negative Approach,
Stiv Bators,
Pagans,
Accadde A,
Sugar Minott,
OOIOO,
Howard Jones,
Colin Newman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wally Richardson,
June of 44,
Moebius,
Mark Hollis,
Idris Muhammad,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Juan Atkins,
Surgeon,
The Gap Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Yellowson,
Lucky Dragons,
Bauhaus,
Alison Limerick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Monks,
Warren Ellis,
Eric Copeland,
Duran Duran,
F. McDonald,
UT,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Suburban Knight,
Cymande,
Ronan,
The Golliwogs,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Divine Comedy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fluxion,
Kerri Chandler,
Isaac Hayes,
Blancmange,
The Kinks,
ABBA,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.