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 Latvia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Moss Icon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Pierre Henry,
Mission of Burma,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joe Smooth,
Audionom,
Icehouse,
Lakeside,
Model 500,
Harry Pussy,
The Barracudas,
Prince Buster,
Ronan,
Liliput,
Parry Music,
Metal Thangz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Malaria!,
The Fugs,
The Blackbyrds,
Shuggie Otis,
Barbara Tucker,
Slave,
The Mojo Men,
Sällskapet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Albert Ayler,
Eden Ahbez,
Fugazi,
Rakim,
Ossler,
Todd Rundgren,
Pagans,
Inner City,
The Dirtbombs,
Con Funk Shun,
Youth Brigade,
Qualms,
Skriet,
B.T. Express,
Gang Green,
Isaac Hayes,
Angry Samoans,
Bush Tetras,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Desert Stars,
Dennis Brown,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cramps,
Circle Jerks,
Ponytail,
Amon Düül,
Mad Mike,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
These Immortal Souls,
Kerri Chandler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.