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 Kosovo and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Kenny Larkin to the crunk 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
The Stooges,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Star Department,
Con Funk Shun,
the Bar-Kays,
the Germs,
Pantytec,
Slick Rick,
Mo-Dettes,
Moebius,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Blackbyrds,
Matthew Bourne,
Unwound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Desert Stars,
Roy Ayers,
The Tremeloes,
Wally Richardson,
Tomorrow,
The Monochrome Set,
Anthony Braxton,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gerry Rafferty,
Glambeats Corp.,
Zero Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Görl,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cowsills,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deakin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Main Source,
Albert Ayler,
Electric Prunes,
John Coltrane,
Los Fastidios,
Flipper,
Tres Demented,
Harpers Bizarre,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Second Layer,
Peter and Kerry,
Public Enemy,
The Index,
Eddi Front,
kango's stein massive,
The Five Americans,
Quadrant,
The Martian,
Steve Hackett,
The Doors,
Urselle,
MDC,
Lungfish,
Roxy Music,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.