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 Madagascar and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Angels of Light to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
LL Cool J,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radiohead,
X-Ray Spex,
Man Eating Sloth,
June Days,
Delta 5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gap Band,
Black Sheep,
Idris Muhammad,
Khruangbin,
The Tremeloes,
The Smoke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Little Man,
This Heat,
Cheater Slicks,
Livin' Joy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rhythm & Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Golliwogs,
Au Pairs,
Kayak,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terry Callier,
Marc Almond,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Carl Craig,
Hoover,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Metal Thangz,
Prince Buster,
Archie Shepp,
the Swans,
Donny Hathaway,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Schoolly D,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Funky Four + One,
Roxette,
The Stooges,
The Remains,
Maleditus Sound,
Qualms,
R.M.O.,
Funkadelic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joe Smooth,
Fatback Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Yusef Lateef,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultravox,
The Leaves,
Magma,
Johnny Clarke,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.