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 Korea North and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Robert Palmer 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 John Coltrane to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Toni Rubio,
Bill Near,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
48th St. Collective,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fall,
Wire,
The Blues Magoos,
The Walker Brothers,
FM Einheit,
Ken Boothe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Liliput,
Nick Fraelich,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Pus,
Susan Cadogan,
Absolute Body Control,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eden Ahbez,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scientists,
Byron Stingily,
Agitation Free,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cameo,
Rosa Yemen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Move,
Robert Görl,
Groovy Waters,
Archie Shepp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Max Romeo,
Saccharine Trust,
Sight & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terry Callier,
Moby Grape,
The Beau Brummels,
Ornette Coleman,
T.S.O.L.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Symarip,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Last Poets,
Scratch Acid,
Cal Tjader,
Grauzone,
Jeru the Damaja,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Byrd,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Zeros,
The United States of America,
Half Japanese,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.