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 Togo and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Erykah Badu to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
The Star Department,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Saints,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fluxion,
China Crisis,
Grey Daturas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Junior Murvin,
Black Moon,
Freddie Wadling,
Al Stewart,
Carl Craig,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Warsaw,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Y Pants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ituana,
Underground Resistance,
the Sonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cybotron,
New York Dolls,
Vainqueur,
Kaleidoscope,
Henry Cow,
Television Personalities,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun City Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Connie Case,
X-102,
Nation of Ulysses,
Absolute Body Control,
John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Colin Newman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Pop Group,
The Birthday Party,
Cecil Taylor,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Real Kids,
Slick Rick,
Inner City,
The Cosmic Jokers,
EPMD,
Newcleus,
Crispian St. Peters,
kango's stein massive,
Skaos,
The Moleskins,
Neil Young,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Modern Lovers,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.