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 Swaziland and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Roy Ayers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
OOIOO,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Black Dice,
Rosa Yemen,
Mad Mike,
Junior Murvin,
F. McDonald,
The Standells,
Faraquet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stereo Dub,
Au Pairs,
Silicon Teens,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Electric Prunes,
Amazonics,
Freddie Wadling,
Slave,
the Human League,
The Stooges,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Prince Buster,
The Shadows of Knight,
The United States of America,
the Association,
Man Parrish,
Marmalade,
Lungfish,
The Litter,
Ohio Players,
The Blackbyrds,
The Blues Magoos,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Excepter,
Q65,
Scion,
Little Man,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dual Sessions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Fania All-Stars,
Outsiders,
The Sonics,
Monolake,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nik Kershaw,
MC5,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soul II Soul,
Bluetip,
Masters at Work,
Massinfluence,
Hot Snakes,
Nas,
Faust,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.