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 Tunisia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Last Poets to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Barbara Tucker,
Oneida,
Black Bananas,
Ronnie Foster,
Marmalade,
Rosa Yemen,
Q65,
The Leaves,
Laurel Aitken,
Godley & Creme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New Age Steppers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Technova,
Groovy Waters,
Surgeon,
Radiohead,
The Human League,
Guru Guru,
The Zeros,
Brass Construction,
Roger Hodgson,
Bush Tetras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Symarip,
Sonic Youth,
Massinfluence,
The Gories,
Faraquet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
a-ha,
The Techniques,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-102,
Average White Band,
Slick Rick,
Bronski Beat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Echospace,
Aaron Thompson,
Sugar Minott,
Gabor Szabo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gladiators,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eve St. Jones,
The Searchers,
the Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ossler,
Vainqueur,
The Flesh Eaters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chris Corsano,
The Fuzztones,
Agitation Free,
Quantec,
In Retrospect,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.