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 Sudan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Nile Rodgers 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 June of 44 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Pussy Galore,
Al Stewart,
Kayak,
Barry Ungar,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brick,
10cc,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Standells,
Nils Olav,
the Soft Cell,
The Evens,
U.S. Maple,
Zero Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Womack,
The Sonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Siglo XX,
Livin' Joy,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Golliwogs,
Yaz,
Roxy Music,
Whodini,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bang On A Can,
The Pretty Things,
Motorama,
Michelle Simonal,
Dual Sessions,
Cymande,
Dead Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Letta Mbulu,
Pantaleimon,
Q and Not U,
The Young Rascals,
The Seeds,
Arthur Verocai,
the Bar-Kays,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gladiators,
Fugazi,
Heaven 17,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Idris Muhammad,
Lakeside,
Japan,
Sparks,
Maleditus Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fela Kuti,
Negative Approach,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.