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 Kazakhstan and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
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 spring reverb 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 Parry Music to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anthony Braxton,
Flamin' Groovies,
The American Breed,
Black Flag,
Skaos,
Los Fastidios,
Alice Coltrane,
Oneida,
Rufus Thomas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Guru Guru,
Colin Newman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Blues Magoos,
Smog,
The Monochrome Set,
The Angels of Light,
Y Pants,
Amon Düül,
Stereo Dub,
Max Romeo,
Tommy Roe,
The J.B.'s,
Iggy Pop,
Niagra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Metal Thangz,
Stetsasonic,
Mandrill,
Shoche,
Surgeon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Faraquet,
B.T. Express,
Popol Vuh,
Marvin Gaye,
Johnny Osbourne,
Young Marble Giants,
Lindisfarne,
Index,
Black Pus,
Black Bananas,
Yusef Lateef,
Infiniti,
Ten City,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kenny Larkin,
Echospace,
Erykah Badu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang of Four,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brothers Johnson,
Slave,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skarface,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.