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 Libya and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Babytalk to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Accadde A,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lungfish,
Peter & Gordon,
Hardrive,
Sound Behaviour,
The Monks,
Joe Finger,
Johnny Clarke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare,
Lou Christie,
The Residents,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fall,
Bad Manners,
48th St. Collective,
Thompson Twins,
Blossom Toes,
One Last Wish,
Mark Hollis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David Axelrod,
Steve Hackett,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donald Byrd,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cramps,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Derrick May,
Sun Ra,
Susan Cadogan,
Tom Boy,
Reuben Wilson,
The Electric Prunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amon Düül,
Mars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pharoah Sanders,
R.M.O.,
Wally Richardson,
Procol Harum,
Rosa Yemen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angry Samoans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chris Corsano,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Shoche,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.