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 Bahrain and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
The Gories,
La Düsseldorf,
One Last Wish,
The Neon Judgement,
The Music Machine,
Anakelly,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eden Ahbez,
Big Daddy Kane,
Angry Samoans,
Juan Atkins,
Lucky Dragons,
Hot Snakes,
Rakim,
the Swans,
Lakeside,
Joey Negro,
Dawn Penn,
The Motions,
Mars,
Don Cherry,
Janne Schatter,
Agitation Free,
L. Decosne,
Nas,
Slave,
Schoolly D,
Wings,
The Vogues,
The Count Five,
Iggy Pop,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Normal,
New Age Steppers,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Lydon,
Danielle Patucci,
Brand Nubian,
K-Klass,
Jeru the Damaja,
Q and Not U,
Banda Bassotti,
Au Pairs,
The Slackers,
Circle Jerks,
Idris Muhammad,
The Grass Roots,
The Seeds,
Suburban Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Funky Four + One,
In Retrospect,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sällskapet,
Mr. Review,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.