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 Taiwan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Calgary and Woodstock.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cal Tjader to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Inner City,
Eurythmics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Man Eating Sloth,
The American Breed,
The Sound,
Lou Reed,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Donny Hathaway,
Wolf Eyes,
Absolute Body Control,
Roy Ayers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scratch Acid,
Faust,
Sam Rivers,
Colin Newman,
L. Decosne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Grass Roots,
Kerri Chandler,
Soft Cell,
Drexciya,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Piero Umiliani,
Joey Negro,
Davy DMX,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zapp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Beau Brummels,
This Heat,
Swell Maps,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Index,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ken Boothe,
John Coltrane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Index,
Janne Schatter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Erykah Badu,
LL Cool J,
Subhumans,
The Litter,
Severed Heads,
Neil Young,
EPMD,
Accadde A,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.