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 United States and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Jimmy McGriff to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bluetip,
Underground Resistance,
Suburban Knight,
Pantaleimon,
Patti Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
Groovy Waters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Index,
Cluster,
The Litter,
Pulsallama,
Wings,
EPMD,
Mars,
Kas Product,
Danielle Patucci,
Con Funk Shun,
Q and Not U,
Man Eating Sloth,
Warsaw,
Section 25,
Judy Mowatt,
Yellowson,
Nas,
Chris Corsano,
Skarface,
Cameo,
Bush Tetras,
Soul II Soul,
The Fire Engines,
Colin Newman,
Jeff Lynne,
The Searchers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David Bowie,
The Knickerbockers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gabor Szabo,
Rosa Yemen,
New York Dolls,
Drexciya,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Easy Going,
Surgeon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deadbeat,
Magma,
The Grass Roots,
The Martian,
The Pretty Things,
Ossler,
Carl Craig,
Young Marble Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric B and Rakim,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.