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 Malawi and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Lungfish to the rock 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Skriet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Janne Schatter,
Ludus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mission of Burma,
Ultravox,
James White and The Blacks,
Matthew Halsall,
Outsiders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Tremeloes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skarface,
Chrome,
Nick Fraelich,
World's Most,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aural Exciters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Little Man,
Pagans,
The Gories,
Mary Jane Girls,
Patti Smith,
KRS-One,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Idris Muhammad,
CMW,
The Mojo Men,
Girls At Our Best!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Blackbyrds,
Jawbox,
These Immortal Souls,
Model 500,
Rufus Thomas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Siglo XX,
Mr. Review,
Big Daddy Kane,
Das Ding,
Bill Wells,
Deakin,
Funkadelic,
The Wake,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Surgeon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
Ronnie Foster,
Infiniti,
The New Christs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.