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 Bremen.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
The Standells,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kurtis Blow,
The Star Department,
The Gories,
Bootsy Collins,
David McCallum,
Ornette Coleman,
Bronski Beat,
Fugazi,
The Shadows of Knight,
UT,
Iggy Pop,
The Moleskins,
Agent Orange,
Lower 48,
Schoolly D,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flipper,
Pole,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Searchers,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Sherman,
Aural Exciters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bush Tetras,
Mad Mike,
Derrick Morgan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minutemen,
Colin Newman,
JFA,
Spoonie Gee,
Unwound,
Blake Baxter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fortunes,
Fatback Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Saints,
Warren Ellis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Symarip,
Lindisfarne,
Slave,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radiopuhelimet,
KRS-One,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Monks,
Section 25,
Model 500,
Andrew Hill,
Kenny Larkin,
Scion,
Black Flag,
The Selecter,
Jawbox,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.