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 Nauru and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the funk 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Ice-T,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wally Richardson,
The Doors,
Pantaleimon,
Monks,
The Modern Lovers,
Donald Byrd,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric Copeland,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mars,
Leonard Cohen,
Tom Boy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Danielle Patucci,
Babytalk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minor Threat,
The Five Americans,
Drexciya,
Motorama,
Peter and Kerry,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Monks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Max Romeo,
B.T. Express,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fugs,
David Bowie,
Bizarre Inc.,
D'Angelo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Lynne,
The Toasters,
The Last Poets,
Todd Terry,
Pylon,
Pagans,
Deepchord,
Accadde A,
Archie Shepp,
Nico,
Icehouse,
Siglo XX,
The Angels of Light,
Amon Düül II,
Camouflage,
The Count Five,
Lalann,
Reagan Youth,
John Foxx,
Scrapy,
Alton Ellis,
Desert Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.