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 Turkmenistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Donny Hathaway to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Rotary Connection,
Desert Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Popol Vuh,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Teasers,
Ituana,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Juan Atkins,
World's Most,
Echospace,
The Residents,
Smog,
Second Layer,
The Index,
Fluxion,
EPMD,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blackbyrds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Prunes,
F. McDonald,
X-101,
Chrome,
Isaac Hayes,
Nirvana,
Blancmange,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Associates,
Bush Tetras,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Accadde A,
Supertramp,
Pantytec,
Funky Four + One,
Organ,
Von Mondo,
Stiv Bators,
The New Christs,
Dawn Penn,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pussy Galore,
Nas,
ABBA,
Wings,
Bluetip,
the Swans,
Peter & Gordon,
Inner City,
Mars,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Neon Judgement,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Doors,
The Selecter,
Lungfish,
Flash Fearless,
Arab on Radar,
CMW,
June of 44,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.