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 Malta and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Fluxion to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Maurizio,
The Young Rascals,
Saccharine Trust,
Cecil Taylor,
Shoche,
Mad Mike,
Terry Callier,
Tubeway Army,
Rufus Thomas,
Big Daddy Kane,
ABBA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Graham Central Station,
Wolf Eyes,
World's Most,
Black Flag,
Brand Nubian,
X-Ray Spex,
Youth Brigade,
Byron Stingily,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Selecter,
The American Breed,
Bizarre Inc.,
48th St. Collective,
The Black Dice,
B.T. Express,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rapeman,
Basic Channel,
Fat Boys,
David Bowie,
The Star Department,
The Raincoats,
Bush Tetras,
Sight & Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Names,
Marc Almond,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Seeds,
The Vogues,
Chrome,
Alton Ellis,
Chris & Cosey,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
F. McDonald,
Barbara Tucker,
OOIOO,
Archie Shepp,
Liliput,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rakim,
Marine Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ornette Coleman,
Porter Ricks,
Mandrill,
Black Sheep,
Eric B and Rakim,
Leonard Cohen,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.