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 Austria and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Sun Ra to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Evens,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Skriet,
Rites of Spring,
Newcleus,
FM Einheit,
Soulsonic Force,
Marvin Gaye,
Sex Pistols,
The Last Poets,
Lindisfarne,
X-101,
Rosa Yemen,
Camouflage,
Carl Craig,
Kool Moe Dee,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
R.M.O.,
Inner City,
Zapp,
Jesper Dahlback,
Godley & Creme,
This Heat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
T. Rex,
Desert Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
Deadbeat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Average White Band,
Ultravox,
the Normal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Urselle,
Roger Hodgson,
Motorama,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultra Naté,
Agitation Free,
LL Cool J,
Oblivians,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rotary Connection,
Das Ding,
The Pop Group,
The Divine Comedy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pantaleimon,
Make Up,
The Tremeloes,
Man Eating Sloth,
48th St. Collective,
David Axelrod,
Accadde A,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
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.