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 China and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Sonny Sharrock to the jazz 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Tres Demented,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joyce Sims,
Radiohead,
Nas,
John Cale,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ronan,
Parry Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bad Manners,
The Knickerbockers,
Chrome,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Prince Buster,
Inner City,
Rotary Connection,
Bluetip,
Kevin Saunderson,
Iggy Pop,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott Heron,
These Immortal Souls,
Rites of Spring,
Letta Mbulu,
Joensuu 1685,
The Techniques,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Swans,
Derrick Morgan,
The Barracudas,
Ponytail,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Icehouse,
Brand Nubian,
Wally Richardson,
Siglo XX,
Danielle Patucci,
Jacques Brel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Malaria!,
MC5,
Cheater Slicks,
Laurel Aitken,
Sugar Minott,
Byron Stingily,
The Searchers,
Wasted Youth,
Janne Schatter,
The Victims,
Gang Green,
Harry Pussy,
Isaac Hayes,
The Slits,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deakin,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.