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 Maldives and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Marmalade to the rap 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
The Count Five,
The American Breed,
La Düsseldorf,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Ronan,
Von Mondo,
Lalann,
Swell Maps,
Eddi Front,
Marine Girls,
Royal Trux,
Masters at Work,
Faust,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cramps,
The Pop Group,
Toni Rubio,
The Last Poets,
Aswad,
Al Stewart,
Blake Baxter,
Marmalade,
The Fugs,
Agent Orange,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Drexciya,
Dead Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Youth Brigade,
Zapp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lightning Bolt,
Cecil Taylor,
Morten Harket,
Isaac Hayes,
Eve St. Jones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Archie Shepp,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harry Pussy,
Organ,
The Litter,
Lou Christie,
Ultra Naté,
Andrew Hill,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Görl,
The Star Department,
Radio Birdman,
Barry Ungar,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Funky Four + One,
The Walker Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
LL Cool J,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.