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 Lesotho and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DJ Sneak,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marine Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
Joyce Sims,
Cymande,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cybotron,
Lower 48,
Lalo Schifrin,
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül,
Joey Negro,
Sugar Minott,
Subhumans,
Moss Icon,
The Beau Brummels,
Tears for Fears,
Stereo Dub,
Barry Ungar,
Con Funk Shun,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang of Four,
Aswad,
The Saints,
Gichy Dan,
Radiopuhelimet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Associates,
Gregory Isaacs,
Motorama,
The Victims,
Ten City,
Shuggie Otis,
Archie Shepp,
Blancmange,
Gabor Szabo,
Symarip,
Jandek,
The Invisible,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terry Callier,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacob Miller,
Fad Gadget,
Cameo,
The Knickerbockers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Zeros,
Tomorrow,
Piero Umiliani,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
H. Thieme,
The Mummies,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.