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 Cuba and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 T. Rex to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yazoo,
Zero Boys,
Flash Fearless,
The Gun Club,
DJ Sneak,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eve St. Jones,
Newcleus,
Letta Mbulu,
Fatback Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sandy B,
Zapp,
Negative Approach,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Association,
Grauzone,
The Doors,
Malaria!,
Aswad,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Parry Music,
Jawbox,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Count Five,
Khruangbin,
Swell Maps,
Pagans,
the Germs,
Bluetip,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Accadde A,
Royal Trux,
Soft Cell,
Saccharine Trust,
Eurythmics,
Half Japanese,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bill Near,
L. Decosne,
Alphaville,
Man Parrish,
Babytalk,
Blossom Toes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Niagra,
The Music Machine,
Althea and Donna,
Cybotron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Pus,
Magma,
Neil Young,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pole,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.