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 Tajikistan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Brothers Johnson to the jazz 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Hoover,
ABBA,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Human League,
Fatback Band,
Guru Guru,
Motorama,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Funky Four + One,
Black Sheep,
Metal Thangz,
Cecil Taylor,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Five Americans,
Nik Kershaw,
The Invisible,
Hasil Adkins,
China Crisis,
The Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Dual Sessions,
DJ Sneak,
Nico,
Los Fastidios,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Iggy Pop,
Fat Boys,
Desert Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
The Doors,
Eurythmics,
Minnie Riperton,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jacques Brel,
Echospace,
Circle Jerks,
Organ,
Cheater Slicks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lungfish,
AZ,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
D'Angelo,
Tears for Fears,
Roxette,
Gang Starr,
Scan 7,
Piero Umiliani,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Prince Buster,
The Music Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Reuben Wilson,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Neon Judgement,
The Raincoats,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.