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 Fiji and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pharoah Sanders to the techno 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Alice Coltrane,
Vainqueur,
Simply Red,
PIL,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Associates,
Lindisfarne,
Rites of Spring,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-Ray Spex,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moss Icon,
Procol Harum,
Robert Hood,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eve St. Jones,
A Certain Ratio,
U.S. Maple,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wire,
The Black Dice,
The Modern Lovers,
Rufus Thomas,
The Monochrome Set,
Marine Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jandek,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barrington Levy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Invisible,
Fad Gadget,
Fugazi,
Shoche,
Fat Boys,
Ohio Players,
World's Most,
Lakeside,
H. Thieme,
The Pop Group,
Ronan,
The Slackers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Real Kids,
Severed Heads,
Sun City Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Loose Ends,
Althea and Donna,
Deepchord,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Youth Brigade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Electric Prunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skriet,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.