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 Iran and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Yusef Lateef to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pantytec,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare,
Charles Mingus,
Black Bananas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Real Kids,
Infiniti,
Delon & Dalcan,
Maurizio,
The Star Department,
Index,
The Names,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Green,
Erykah Badu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Idris Muhammad,
Don Cherry,
Tubeway Army,
The Buckinghams,
Supertramp,
This Heat,
Mantronix,
LL Cool J,
The Tremeloes,
Mad Mike,
Quadrant,
Essential Logic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Niagra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fear,
The Move,
The Grass Roots,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sex Pistols,
Suicide,
Lyres,
the Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Association,
Scrapy,
Chris Corsano,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gun Club,
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alison Limerick,
Clear Light,
Todd Rundgren,
Bronski Beat,
Young Marble Giants,
Ituana,
Kaleidoscope,
Lalann,
Theoretical Girls,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.