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 Malaysia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jeff Mills to the funk 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan 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?
Yaz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Delta 5,
Franke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Das Ding,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rod Modell,
Roger Hodgson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The American Breed,
Grey Daturas,
Japan,
Duran Duran,
Tim Buckley,
The Mojo Men,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kenny Larkin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Outsiders,
Johnny Clarke,
UT,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amon Düül,
The Kinks,
Ossler,
Drexciya,
The Golliwogs,
Basic Channel,
Bill Wells,
Scan 7,
Cal Tjader,
Ponytail,
Cecil Taylor,
Ohio Players,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Wyatt,
The Trojans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mars,
The Last Poets,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mandrill,
Con Funk Shun,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Neon Judgement,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultravox,
Ludus,
The Fuzztones,
Oblivians,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fall,
48th St. Collective,
The Fugs,
Qualms,
Byron Stingily,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DJ Style,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.