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 South Africa and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Lou Reed 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 Janne Schatter to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Blues Magoos,
Monks,
The Fall,
Laurel Aitken,
Joensuu 1685,
Sugar Minott,
Circle Jerks,
Scott Walker,
Leonard Cohen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Zero Boys,
Harmonia,
Severed Heads,
Radio Birdman,
Freddie Wadling,
Royal Trux,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oblivians,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fugs,
Fela Kuti,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultra Naté,
Mad Mike,
Junior Murvin,
Rekid,
Deadbeat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hasil Adkins,
The Residents,
Dead Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Swell Maps,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
ABBA,
Mars,
The Toasters,
Scion,
The Slackers,
Piero Umiliani,
Boogie Down Productions,
Idris Muhammad,
Sister Nancy,
Altered Images,
Bronski Beat,
Eric Copeland,
Spandau Ballet,
Q and Not U,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Albert Ayler,
Electric Prunes,
Ludus,
The Offenders,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.