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 Romania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Wyatt,
Massinfluence,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Slackers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rapeman,
Sam Rivers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
In Retrospect,
Monks,
The Offenders,
Yaz,
Jerry's Kids,
Roger Hodgson,
Wasted Youth,
Y Pants,
a-ha,
Black Pus,
Kaleidoscope,
Eli Mardock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Curtis Mayfield,
Little Man,
Drexciya,
Max Romeo,
Technova,
The Birthday Party,
Quadrant,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moebius,
Tears for Fears,
The Blackbyrds,
Dawn Penn,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smiths,
Rekid,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Monks,
John Coltrane,
Rotary Connection,
Trumans Water,
Joey Negro,
Derrick Morgan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kenny Larkin,
Banda Bassotti,
Inner City,
Malaria!,
The Saints,
Johnny Osbourne,
Au Pairs,
Porter Ricks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grauzone,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dead Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boredoms,
Andrew Hill,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.