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 Bolivia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Michael McDonald 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 crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Eve St. Jones,
Babytalk,
Alton Ellis,
Sun City Girls,
Erykah Badu,
The Mummies,
Aaron Thompson,
Tom Boy,
The Angels of Light,
Cal Tjader,
The Gladiators,
Judy Mowatt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chris Corsano,
Aswad,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cymande,
Amon Düül,
Sun Ra,
The Searchers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Average White Band,
Swans,
The Monks,
Ice-T,
X-Ray Spex,
Absolute Body Control,
Vainqueur,
Nick Fraelich,
Deakin,
Roy Ayers,
Rakim,
Theoretical Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Al Stewart,
These Immortal Souls,
The Durutti Column,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brick,
Sister Nancy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Audionom,
Unwound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Victims,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Max Romeo,
Q and Not U,
The Star Department,
Hasil Adkins,
June of 44,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Trumans Water,
Q65,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arthur Verocai,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.