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 Monaco and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
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 sitar 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 Byron Stingily to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Tremeloes,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nils Olav,
cv313,
Crispy Ambulance,
Easy Going,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeff Lynne,
DJ Sneak,
The Monks,
The Angels of Light,
Rufus Thomas,
Kaleidoscope,
Alphaville,
Khruangbin,
Rosa Yemen,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gun Club,
Ludus,
The Cramps,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deepchord,
Marvin Gaye,
Y Pants,
Bauhaus,
Fat Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Magazine,
Gong,
Wasted Youth,
Desert Stars,
Cluster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lindisfarne,
Cecil Taylor,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultra Naté,
Negative Approach,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hashim,
Urselle,
Dawn Penn,
Aloha Tigers,
Rod Modell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Motorama,
Shoche,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Terry Callier,
Nick Fraelich,
Dennis Brown,
Carl Craig,
In Retrospect,
Joensuu 1685,
Minnie Riperton,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brothers Johnson,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.