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 Colombia and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Soft Machine to the rap 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aural Exciters,
The Misunderstood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
kango's stein massive,
Malaria!,
Television,
The Five Americans,
The Knickerbockers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Schoolly D,
James White and The Blacks,
Minny Pops,
Massinfluence,
Bootsy Collins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MC5,
Make Up,
Gerry Rafferty,
ABC,
Alison Limerick,
the Slits,
Warsaw,
Altered Images,
The Raincoats,
Johnny Clarke,
Fad Gadget,
Davy DMX,
Chris & Cosey,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
World's Most,
Barry Ungar,
New York Dolls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blake Baxter,
Sun City Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
The Grass Roots,
David McCallum,
Cybotron,
Mad Mike,
Zapp,
Thee Headcoats,
Hoover,
June of 44,
The Victims,
L. Decosne,
Yazoo,
Funkadelic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neu!,
Bobby Sherman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drexciya,
Smog,
Roger Hodgson,
Bauhaus,
Pantaleimon,
Neil Young,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.