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 Somalia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Trumans Water to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Maurizio,
Grey Daturas,
H. Thieme,
World's Most,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Skatalites,
Roxy Music,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fortunes,
Schoolly D,
Royal Trux,
Camberwell Now,
The Buckinghams,
Matthew Halsall,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lucky Dragons,
Arthur Verocai,
EPMD,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Surgeon,
John Holt,
Duran Duran,
Barbara Tucker,
Loose Ends,
Trumans Water,
Metal Thangz,
Zero Boys,
Blancmange,
The Modern Lovers,
Franke,
Stiv Bators,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Monks,
Malaria!,
Depeche Mode,
Eve St. Jones,
New York Dolls,
Aswad,
The Evens,
Davy DMX,
Radio Birdman,
Ultravox,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amon Düül,
The Misunderstood,
Suburban Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The New Christs,
Reagan Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang of Four,
The Gories,
Peter & Gordon,
Main Source,
Pulsallama,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aaron Thompson,
DJ Sneak,
Charles Mingus,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.