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 Samoa and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Judy Mowatt to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dual Sessions,
Boredoms,
The Buckinghams,
Letta Mbulu,
Pylon,
The Birthday Party,
Nils Olav,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Misunderstood,
Jeff Mills,
The Music Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Tres Demented,
Monolake,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scientists,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cramps,
Main Source,
Warren Ellis,
The Mojo Men,
Whodini,
Desert Stars,
David Axelrod,
The Blackbyrds,
Lakeside,
L. Decosne,
Ituana,
London Community Gospel Choir,
ABBA,
Grey Daturas,
Deepchord,
Neu!,
Basic Channel,
Mantronix,
Das Ding,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Skatalites,
Alice Coltrane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vainqueur,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arab on Radar,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cymande,
The Gun Club,
Moss Icon,
Buzzcocks,
Icehouse,
Suburban Knight,
The Busters,
New Order,
Goldenarms,
These Immortal Souls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Anakelly,
Idris Muhammad,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.