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 Maldives and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cal Tjader to the funk 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rosa Yemen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Birthday Party,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
OOIOO,
AZ,
Hashim,
Gang of Four,
Hoover,
Marine Girls,
The Real Kids,
Slave,
The Fuzztones,
The Velvet Underground,
DNA,
Alison Limerick,
Popol Vuh,
The Raincoats,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pylon,
T. Rex,
The Young Rascals,
Amon Düül,
The Techniques,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultimate Spinach,
Derrick May,
Boredoms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brand Nubian,
Lightning Bolt,
Chrome,
Avey Tare,
KRS-One,
Minutemen,
Thee Headcoats,
Colin Newman,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Sherman,
John Holt,
Excepter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fela Kuti,
Mission of Burma,
Fat Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Symarip,
Bad Manners,
Nico,
Isaac Hayes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Moleskins,
Deepchord,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Monolake,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
kango's stein massive,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.