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 Bahamas and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Outsiders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Invisible,
Basic Channel,
Bill Wells,
Severed Heads,
Hot Snakes,
The Music Machine,
the Germs,
B.T. Express,
Deadbeat,
The Dead C,
The American Breed,
Blake Baxter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Symarip,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
K-Klass,
Dual Sessions,
Dawn Penn,
Magma,
John Holt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter and Kerry,
Can,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sällskapet,
The Fugs,
Boz Scaggs,
Wings,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sonic Youth,
Monolake,
The Cramps,
The Offenders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yazoo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lyres,
The Misunderstood,
Pierre Henry,
Khruangbin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pole,
Aloha Tigers,
Urselle,
Bush Tetras,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Anakelly,
Darondo,
Ornette Coleman,
Inner City,
Oblivians,
The United States of America,
Neil Young,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.