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 Namibia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 48th St. Collective to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eli Mardock,
Marmalade,
Bluetip,
David Axelrod,
Gang Green,
The Human League,
The Martian,
Nick Fraelich,
Bad Manners,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Newcleus,
Crash Course in Science,
John Lydon,
The Dirtbombs,
The Remains,
Tres Demented,
The Slits,
Donny Hathaway,
Terry Callier,
Rakim,
Japan,
Pussy Galore,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Altered Images,
E-Dancer,
Crooked Eye,
Lindisfarne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Buckinghams,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Slave,
Henry Cow,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gap Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oblivians,
48th St. Collective,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
D'Angelo,
Stetsasonic,
Graham Central Station,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Womack,
Erykah Badu,
The Fugs,
The Standells,
Suburban Knight,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Byron Stingily,
Aloha Tigers,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeff Mills,
Chris Corsano,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.