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 Calgary.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Blake Baxter to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Whodini,
China Crisis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heaven 17,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Skatalites,
Stockholm Monsters,
Suicide,
Franke,
Dawn Penn,
The Wake,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Panda Bear,
The Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Jerry's Kids,
Charles Mingus,
Pussy Galore,
Eric Copeland,
Cal Tjader,
The Busters,
Ronnie Foster,
Delta 5,
Leonard Cohen,
U.S. Maple,
Jawbox,
DJ Sneak,
Bill Near,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ten City,
New Order,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Standells,
June Days,
Moby Grape,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Supertramp,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soft Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minor Threat,
Terry Callier,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blossom Toes,
Pantaleimon,
The Neon Judgement,
Camberwell Now,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lucky Dragons,
Scratch Acid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.