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 Equatorial Guinea and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Average White Band to the rock 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Tres Demented,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hot Snakes,
Juan Atkins,
Fad Gadget,
Quantec,
Monolake,
Sound Behaviour,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aswad,
Erykah Badu,
Johnny Clarke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dead Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Monks,
Shuggie Otis,
Al Stewart,
Reuben Wilson,
Urselle,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry's Kids,
Gichy Dan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
8 Eyed Spy,
Derrick Morgan,
Sam Rivers,
The Count Five,
Quando Quango,
Archie Shepp,
Average White Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Patti Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
Eden Ahbez,
Minny Pops,
Kaleidoscope,
The Velvet Underground,
Rufus Thomas,
The Index,
Sällskapet,
Swell Maps,
The Gap Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Toni Rubio,
Skaos,
Charles Mingus,
Bluetip,
Maurizio,
Wings,
Duran Duran,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brand Nubian,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.