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 Iraq and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Robert Palmer 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 Tim Buckley to the punk 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Stiv Bators,
Black Flag,
The Count Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Los Fastidios,
The Techniques,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blossom Toes,
Echospace,
Rakim,
Janne Schatter,
Eli Mardock,
David Bowie,
Brothers Johnson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Searchers,
Cymande,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crime,
Jimmy McGriff,
K-Klass,
Moss Icon,
The Invisible,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Q65,
Don Cherry,
Y Pants,
The Pretty Things,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fire Engines,
Moby Grape,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soul II Soul,
Bush Tetras,
Joensuu 1685,
Eve St. Jones,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Görl,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter & Gordon,
T.S.O.L.,
Kas Product,
The Sonics,
Terry Callier,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grey Daturas,
Rotary Connection,
Alton Ellis,
Eric Dolphy,
Gregory Isaacs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barbara Tucker,
Ituana,
Basic Channel,
Faust,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.