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 Zimbabwe and from London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Nik Kershaw to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
The Gap Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Make Up,
Archie Shepp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lindisfarne,
The Monks,
Carl Craig,
The Seeds,
Wasted Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
ABC,
Blossom Toes,
Black Moon,
DNA,
F. McDonald,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sex Pistols,
Echospace,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric Dolphy,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Womack,
Ornette Coleman,
L. Decosne,
Duran Duran,
Cluster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dead Boys,
D'Angelo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Severed Heads,
Buzzcocks,
Tubeway Army,
Sonny Sharrock,
Technova,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mad Mike,
Bluetip,
the Slits,
Soul Sonic Force,
CMW,
Lightning Bolt,
The Electric Prunes,
Fat Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kaleidoscope,
Brand Nubian,
Donny Hathaway,
Ronan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Model 500,
Blancmange,
Delta 5,
Cheater Slicks,
Aural Exciters,
Index,
The Stooges,
Cecil Taylor,
Massinfluence,
Minny Pops,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.