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 Costa Rica and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Bob Dylan 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jandek,
Yazoo,
Al Stewart,
Neil Young,
L. Decosne,
Agitation Free,
Mr. Review,
The Velvet Underground,
These Immortal Souls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fear,
Groovy Waters,
The Sound,
Yaz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Isaac Hayes,
Blossom Toes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Funky Four + One,
Lower 48,
Malaria!,
Bad Manners,
Siglo XX,
A Certain Ratio,
Metal Thangz,
Public Enemy,
Ronnie Foster,
Rotary Connection,
Minor Threat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ohio Players,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Niagra,
D'Angelo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Procol Harum,
Davy DMX,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Walker Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Au Pairs,
The Fuzztones,
Black Moon,
Aloha Tigers,
Chrome,
Brick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Goldenarms,
The Gories,
Eric Copeland,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sonny Sharrock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.