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 Grenada and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the punk 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sarah Menescal,
OOIOO,
In Retrospect,
Cameo,
Derrick Morgan,
the Association,
Rotary Connection,
Parry Music,
Bluetip,
Quadrant,
the Germs,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun City Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Althea and Donna,
Slave,
Harry Pussy,
Yellowson,
Moss Icon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marmalade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Massinfluence,
Cymande,
Laurel Aitken,
Deakin,
Sugar Minott,
Jeff Mills,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dirtbombs,
EPMD,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Remains,
Duran Duran,
Accadde A,
The Wake,
Stiv Bators,
Anthony Braxton,
New York Dolls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gories,
Ituana,
Pussy Galore,
Easy Going,
Ossler,
The Toasters,
Japan,
The Red Krayola,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yusef Lateef,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minny Pops,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
The Vogues,
Au Pairs,
David Bowie,
Gang Green,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.