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 Cuba and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Monks to the jazz 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sonny Sharrock,
Frankie Knuckles,
Motorama,
Ultimate Spinach,
Byron Stingily,
Second Layer,
The Gun Club,
Heaven 17,
Swell Maps,
X-Ray Spex,
the Slits,
Pulsallama,
Marmalade,
Con Funk Shun,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Matthew Halsall,
Alton Ellis,
The Cramps,
The Fortunes,
Aloha Tigers,
One Last Wish,
Brass Construction,
John Holt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blancmange,
Albert Ayler,
Glenn Branca,
Eve St. Jones,
The Skatalites,
Shoche,
Bad Manners,
Donald Byrd,
Ohio Players,
The Velvet Underground,
Circle Jerks,
The Moleskins,
Arcadia,
Public Enemy,
Minor Threat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skarface,
Ituana,
Andrew Hill,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Young Rascals,
Metal Thangz,
Junior Murvin,
Kas Product,
Sam Rivers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radio Birdman,
Japan,
Nirvana,
Amon Düül,
The Invisible,
The Knickerbockers,
The Evens,
Barry Ungar,
Nick Fraelich,
Tomorrow,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.