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 Hungary and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Soft Machine to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Oneida,
Letta Mbulu,
Half Japanese,
Lightning Bolt,
Ornette Coleman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Y Pants,
The Tremeloes,
Carl Craig,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
The United States of America,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June Days,
Skarface,
Agent Orange,
The Last Poets,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smoke,
The Names,
Nils Olav,
Arab on Radar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moleskins,
Spoonie Gee,
Monolake,
Hashim,
The Happenings,
The Modern Lovers,
The Blues Magoos,
John Holt,
Rufus Thomas,
Swans,
Von Mondo,
Lower 48,
Television Personalities,
Magma,
Barrington Levy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Index,
Warsaw,
Erykah Badu,
Matthew Halsall,
Dennis Brown,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Monks,
The Busters,
OOIOO,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masters at Work,
Pantaleimon,
Eve St. Jones,
David Bowie,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.