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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Matthew Halsall to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soulsonic Force,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tubeway Army,
Godley & Creme,
Radiohead,
The Moody Blues,
Barbara Tucker,
Lalo Schifrin,
Iggy Pop,
LL Cool J,
Gichy Dan,
Pulsallama,
The Gun Club,
Cluster,
Make Up,
Warsaw,
Soft Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Moleskins,
Procol Harum,
Visage,
Scientists,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sight & Sound,
F. McDonald,
Shoche,
Chrome,
Anakelly,
Faust,
Joe Finger,
Saccharine Trust,
Zapp,
John Lydon,
Crime,
The Divine Comedy,
Massinfluence,
Hasil Adkins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scrapy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
This Heat,
Von Mondo,
K-Klass,
Kenny Larkin,
Surgeon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lyres,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mummies,
Glenn Branca,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Busters,
Donny Hathaway,
The Blackbyrds,
World's Most,
The Invisible,
Donald Byrd,
Crooked Eye,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.