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 Lithuania and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Technova to the punk 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
World's Most,
Yazoo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dorothy Ashby,
Reuben Wilson,
China Crisis,
Sarah Menescal,
Infiniti,
Isaac Hayes,
Juan Atkins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
F. McDonald,
Sight & Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Prunes,
DJ Sneak,
Black Moon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fall,
Von Mondo,
Darondo,
Flipper,
Guru Guru,
The Fortunes,
Index,
Qualms,
The Raincoats,
Fat Boys,
the Swans,
The Happenings,
Brand Nubian,
The Sonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lakeside,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Duran Duran,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Christie,
Nirvana,
Amon Düül II,
Erykah Badu,
Flash Fearless,
Barbara Tucker,
Steve Hackett,
Sandy B,
Carl Craig,
Smog,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Television,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bluetip,
Audionom,
Gong,
Minnie Riperton,
Sam Rivers,
Ken Boothe,
Al Stewart,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.