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 the UAE and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marvin Gaye to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sandy B,
The Barracudas,
The Angels of Light,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sugar Minott,
The Doors,
Public Image Ltd.,
Groovy Waters,
Amon Düül II,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roy Ayers,
Popol Vuh,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
These Immortal Souls,
The Selecter,
JFA,
The Star Department,
Josef K,
The Sonics,
the Bar-Kays,
The Electric Prunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
T.S.O.L.,
Lalann,
The New Christs,
Carl Craig,
Yellowson,
John Coltrane,
Livin' Joy,
Essential Logic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Funkadelic,
Unwound,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Offenders,
EPMD,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kaleidoscope,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hashim,
Brothers Johnson,
Amon Düül,
ABBA,
MC5,
Little Man,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
ABC,
Maurizio,
Eric Dolphy,
Laurel Aitken,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gabor Szabo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ponytail,
Section 25,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.