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 Comoros and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Grass Roots to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Move,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Görl,
Patti Smith,
Vainqueur,
Smog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roger Hodgson,
Severed Heads,
Traffic Nightmare,
Althea and Donna,
The Golliwogs,
Mark Hollis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Music Machine,
Faust,
Flipper,
Prince Buster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oneida,
Mars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Near,
Rekid,
Quantec,
Main Source,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rod Modell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Blues Magoos,
Youth Brigade,
ABBA,
Scan 7,
Sun City Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Wyatt,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Barracudas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Y Pants,
Intrusion,
K-Klass,
the Human League,
Amazonics,
Crooked Eye,
Minor Threat,
Deadbeat,
Los Fastidios,
Rotary Connection,
Liliput,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ornette Coleman,
Max Romeo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Au Pairs,
DNA,
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joy Division,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.