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 Switzerland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the crunk 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soul Sonic Force,
Q65,
Jerry's Kids,
Von Mondo,
Anthony Braxton,
The Music Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
Lalann,
Barry Ungar,
Supertramp,
Motorama,
The Saints,
Wasted Youth,
Archie Shepp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Near,
Sound Behaviour,
Underground Resistance,
Organ,
Lightning Bolt,
T.S.O.L.,
Godley & Creme,
Aloha Tigers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Style,
Idris Muhammad,
Faraquet,
Mantronix,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David Axelrod,
Joey Negro,
Panda Bear,
Lakeside,
Lungfish,
Goldenarms,
Josef K,
Funkadelic,
Model 500,
The Mummies,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Residents,
Althea and Donna,
the Normal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mandrill,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra,
Charles Mingus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Misunderstood,
Steve Hackett,
Don Cherry,
Metal Thangz,
Yaz,
Ludus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.