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 Chile and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Echospace to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
The Vogues,
Buzzcocks,
Hoover,
David Bowie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dead C,
Marine Girls,
Heaven 17,
Brass Construction,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oneida,
Drexciya,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter and Kerry,
Bush Tetras,
Nas,
The Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Country Teasers,
The Stooges,
Donny Hathaway,
Stereo Dub,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
OOIOO,
DNA,
Soulsonic Force,
Masters at Work,
Neu!,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Parrish,
Matthew Halsall,
Zero Boys,
UT,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
cv313,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joensuu 1685,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric Dolphy,
CMW,
Model 500,
Bill Wells,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Music Machine,
Robert Hood,
Quando Quango,
Can,
Delta 5,
The Moleskins,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.