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 Philippines and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Joey Negro to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David Axelrod,
Bang On A Can,
Half Japanese,
Crime,
cv313,
The Beau Brummels,
Aural Exciters,
In Retrospect,
The Last Poets,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Count Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blossom Toes,
Kas Product,
The Mummies,
Rotary Connection,
The Monochrome Set,
Carl Craig,
The Gories,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oneida,
Alton Ellis,
Mo-Dettes,
Joey Negro,
Ornette Coleman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New Age Steppers,
Dennis Brown,
Gichy Dan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun City Girls,
Suicide,
the Human League,
Kerri Chandler,
Supertramp,
Juan Atkins,
The Searchers,
MC5,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Pop Group,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fortunes,
Robert Görl,
Vladislav Delay,
The Litter,
The Angels of Light,
Fat Boys,
World's Most,
Derrick Morgan,
The Invisible,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arcadia,
Lower 48,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.