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 Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Wally Richardson to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Technova,
Stetsasonic,
Minny Pops,
T.S.O.L.,
The Associates,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mr. Review,
the Sonics,
Ice-T,
Boredoms,
Jacques Brel,
Crime,
Crash Course in Science,
Rufus Thomas,
The Angels of Light,
Arcadia,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Magazine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Vogues,
Carl Craig,
Mantronix,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dual Sessions,
Funkadelic,
John Lydon,
Anthony Braxton,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Howard Jones,
The Blackbyrds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DJ Sneak,
Circle Jerks,
Young Marble Giants,
Ponytail,
Warsaw,
Pussy Galore,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Invisible,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Donald Byrd,
Cecil Taylor,
David McCallum,
The Gap Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Motions,
Mission of Burma,
Kerri Chandler,
Scan 7,
Lungfish,
OOIOO,
Cameo,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.