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 Kuwait and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Skatalites to the punk 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Organ,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Style,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Althea and Donna,
Pantaleimon,
The Real Kids,
Morten Harket,
Supertramp,
Scan 7,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kas Product,
Ken Boothe,
D'Angelo,
Stetsasonic,
Radiohead,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Green,
Deepchord,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aloha Tigers,
Animal Collective,
The J.B.'s,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Moody Blues,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sonic Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Inner City,
John Coltrane,
Cal Tjader,
Peter & Gordon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soft Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Barbara Tucker,
The Raincoats,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lower 48,
Shuggie Otis,
Brothers Johnson,
The Index,
Negative Approach,
Nico,
Sound Behaviour,
Lungfish,
Harry Pussy,
cv313,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Blues Magoos,
Camouflage,
Pantytec,
Stereo Dub,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ice-T,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.