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 Mauritania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 the Sonics to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Matthew Bourne,
Basic Channel,
Letta Mbulu,
Michelle Simonal,
Make Up,
Slick Rick,
Soul Sonic Force,
T.S.O.L.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gichy Dan,
Minny Pops,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dawn Penn,
Brass Construction,
Sandy B,
Rosa Yemen,
Khruangbin,
Marc Almond,
Bang On A Can,
Maurizio,
Cal Tjader,
Big Daddy Kane,
Shuggie Otis,
Q and Not U,
The Black Dice,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Monks,
Kurtis Blow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pagans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gun Club,
David Axelrod,
Rakim,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Sonics,
The Techniques,
Brothers Johnson,
Unwound,
Con Funk Shun,
CMW,
Nico,
Fat Boys,
The Busters,
Whodini,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Second Layer,
Echospace,
Kas Product,
Chrome,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Durutti Column,
Sister Nancy,
Zero Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Technova,
Model 500,
kango's stein massive,
Joe Finger,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.