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 Switzerland and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Cowsills to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Blossom Toes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sight & Sound,
Juan Atkins,
The Toasters,
Cameo,
UT,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cecil Taylor,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skriet,
Donny Hathaway,
The Divine Comedy,
K-Klass,
Sandy B,
The Moleskins,
Supertramp,
Joy Division,
The Residents,
Deepchord,
Eden Ahbez,
Simply Red,
Todd Rundgren,
Barrington Levy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scientists,
Dark Day,
Q65,
Suicide,
Little Man,
Wally Richardson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tres Demented,
The Misunderstood,
Grandmaster Flash,
Prince Buster,
The Monochrome Set,
Toni Rubio,
Maurizio,
Anthony Braxton,
Brass Construction,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soft Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Fear,
Alice Coltrane,
New York Dolls,
Charles Mingus,
The Searchers,
Piero Umiliani,
The Move,
Letta Mbulu,
Mo-Dettes,
Terry Callier,
Harmonia,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Subhumans,
the Bar-Kays,
DJ Style,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.