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 Albania and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the grunge 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Bill Wells,
China Crisis,
Dual Sessions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Holt,
Accadde A,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gabor Szabo,
T.S.O.L.,
Pulsallama,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flash Fearless,
Rites of Spring,
Donny Hathaway,
These Immortal Souls,
Chris Corsano,
The Sound,
Animal Collective,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Connie Case,
the Normal,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Sheep,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Y Pants,
Make Up,
The Pretty Things,
The Associates,
Soft Machine,
The Wake,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tears for Fears,
AZ,
The Detroit Cobras,
Leonard Cohen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Index,
Morten Harket,
Von Mondo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Talk Talk,
Massinfluence,
The J.B.'s,
Panda Bear,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Symarip,
Schoolly D,
Grey Daturas,
Arcadia,
JFA,
Bill Near,
Saccharine Trust,
Jandek,
Grauzone,
Gastr Del Sol,
Steve Hackett,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.