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 El Salvador and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ultra Naté to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Faraquet,
Kurtis Blow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Golliwogs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
R.M.O.,
Jacob Miller,
Funkadelic,
The Associates,
Ludus,
Second Layer,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sight & Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Juan Atkins,
Dark Day,
Hardrive,
Rapeman,
Sun City Girls,
The United States of America,
Joy Division,
Gang of Four,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eurythmics,
Joe Smooth,
Sister Nancy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Blackbyrds,
Magazine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arab on Radar,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David Bowie,
Wally Richardson,
Neil Young,
One Last Wish,
Harry Pussy,
Theoretical Girls,
The Smiths,
The Smoke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skriet,
Electric Prunes,
Patti Smith,
Erykah Badu,
Prince Buster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kerri Chandler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lyres,
Soul II Soul,
Henry Cow,
Monolake,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.