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 Afghanistan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cecil Taylor to the punk 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Danielle Patucci,
Max Romeo,
Maurizio,
Patti Smith,
The Searchers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jacob Miller,
The Fuzztones,
Audionom,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hot Snakes,
Underground Resistance,
Spoonie Gee,
Flash Fearless,
Harmonia,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
PIL,
New York Dolls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Connie Case,
Minnie Riperton,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mojo Men,
Ossler,
Bill Wells,
Mark Hollis,
Monolake,
Ludus,
Circle Jerks,
Darondo,
48th St. Collective,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scrapy,
Bill Near,
Grey Daturas,
Joyce Sims,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terry Callier,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cowsills,
The American Breed,
Rakim,
Gichy Dan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erasure,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeff Lynne,
Scan 7,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Christie,
Yaz,
The Dead C,
Graham Central Station,
Television Personalities,
The Modern Lovers,
Jacques Brel,
Black Pus,
the Human League,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.