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 Sudan and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Invisible to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ken Boothe,
Archie Shepp,
Model 500,
Black Moon,
Fela Kuti,
Neu!,
The Doors,
Robert Hood,
Roy Ayers,
The Monochrome Set,
Hasil Adkins,
Al Stewart,
Japan,
Yusef Lateef,
The Motions,
One Last Wish,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Liliput,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Accadde A,
Wings,
Kas Product,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Near,
Scion,
Ituana,
Flamin' Groovies,
Supertramp,
Sam Rivers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric Dolphy,
Joey Negro,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joy Division,
K-Klass,
Television,
Loose Ends,
Sixth Finger,
T. Rex,
Skriet,
Half Japanese,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Charles Mingus,
Letta Mbulu,
Panda Bear,
The Count Five,
Maurizio,
Khruangbin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cal Tjader,
Rhythm & Sound,
David McCallum,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.