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 Uzbekistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soul Sonic Force to the crunk 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Stetsasonic,
Quando Quango,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Liliput,
Aswad,
Yazoo,
The Associates,
Lower 48,
Swell Maps,
Lindisfarne,
Saccharine Trust,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sister Nancy,
PIL,
Ituana,
The Mummies,
F. McDonald,
Letta Mbulu,
Cecil Taylor,
Essential Logic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yellowson,
Minnie Riperton,
kango's stein massive,
The Detroit Cobras,
MDC,
Schoolly D,
Deakin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scott Walker,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Move,
Eve St. Jones,
Monks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cal Tjader,
The Wake,
Fatback Band,
Man Parrish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Y Pants,
The Gun Club,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Knickerbockers,
a-ha,
Bobby Womack,
Andrew Hill,
D'Angelo,
The Offenders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Derrick Morgan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soulsonic Force,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.