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 New Zealand and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Eric Dolphy to the crunk 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Hutcherson,
F. McDonald,
Royal Trux,
Circle Jerks,
Rod Modell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Television,
Eurythmics,
The Fugs,
Chris Corsano,
Vainqueur,
Jawbox,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boredoms,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aural Exciters,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Massinfluence,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joensuu 1685,
In Retrospect,
Warren Ellis,
The Star Department,
Tubeway Army,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Wyatt,
Severed Heads,
the Slits,
Susan Cadogan,
Derrick May,
Kerri Chandler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
E-Dancer,
Y Pants,
Deadbeat,
Au Pairs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
UT,
Symarip,
Amon Düül,
The Last Poets,
Joey Negro,
Wings,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brick,
Banda Bassotti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Graham Central Station,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amon Düül II,
New Order,
These Immortal Souls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Walker Brothers,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.