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 Swaziland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Robert Görl to the grime 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Hardrive,
Procol Harum,
Subhumans,
This Heat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
ABC,
The New Christs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Basic Channel,
The Moleskins,
The Misunderstood,
Arcadia,
Eurythmics,
Maurizio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Don Cherry,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Zeros,
Terrestrial Tones,
Warsaw,
Dawn Penn,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Silicon Teens,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare,
Blake Baxter,
Peter and Kerry,
Graham Central Station,
Black Moon,
Judy Mowatt,
Roger Hodgson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Essential Logic,
Albert Ayler,
Pantaleimon,
Brand Nubian,
Godley & Creme,
Inner City,
Banda Bassotti,
Leonard Cohen,
Aswad,
Average White Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Darondo,
The Monks,
The Kinks,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Womack,
B.T. Express,
The Knickerbockers,
Schoolly D,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fear,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fatback Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultimate Spinach,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.