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 Zambia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Accadde A to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Stiv Bators,
Oneida,
Barclay James Harvest,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hot Snakes,
Stetsasonic,
Bootsy Collins,
Yazoo,
Neil Young,
the Sonics,
Brick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fuzztones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Clear Light,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
ABC,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ludus,
EPMD,
Whodini,
the Germs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camberwell Now,
OOIOO,
Television Personalities,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Metal Thangz,
The Fall,
Andrew Hill,
Sun Ra,
Faraquet,
Adolescents,
Accadde A,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sound,
Khruangbin,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gladiators,
Franke,
Lou Christie,
Nico,
China Crisis,
Suburban Knight,
Marine Girls,
Q and Not U,
Circle Jerks,
The Gories,
The Neon Judgement,
Shuggie Otis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boredoms,
Popol Vuh,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.