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 Estonia and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lou Reed to the jazz 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Bowie,
T. Rex,
Althea and Donna,
DJ Style,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nick Fraelich,
The Motions,
Brass Construction,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Coltrane,
Eric Copeland,
Pussy Galore,
The Remains,
Sam Rivers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos,
Wolf Eyes,
The Neon Judgement,
F. McDonald,
Half Japanese,
Jawbox,
Nico,
Bobby Womack,
Fela Kuti,
Warsaw,
Fluxion,
The Star Department,
Ronnie Foster,
Davy DMX,
Brick,
The Evens,
Symarip,
Yusef Lateef,
Dawn Penn,
H. Thieme,
Desert Stars,
Sixth Finger,
Subhumans,
Sister Nancy,
Byron Stingily,
Scion,
Marc Almond,
Severed Heads,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dual Sessions,
Bad Manners,
Blossom Toes,
Kayak,
Guru Guru,
Neu!,
Gang Green,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bronski Beat,
Lalann,
Soul II Soul,
Quando Quango,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
CMW,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.