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 Solomon Islands and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Ohio Players to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
The Gun Club,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minutemen,
Peter and Kerry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Hood,
The Blues Magoos,
Josef K,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wings,
Quantec,
Sun Ra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Patti Smith,
The Stooges,
Yaz,
Minnie Riperton,
Piero Umiliani,
Outsiders,
Barclay James Harvest,
JFA,
Eli Mardock,
Johnny Osbourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grauzone,
Anakelly,
Ultravox,
Ken Boothe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Johnny Clarke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Suburban Knight,
La Düsseldorf,
Angry Samoans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wolf Eyes,
The Vogues,
Mars,
The Leaves,
Underground Resistance,
The Fugs,
Alphaville,
The Invisible,
Monks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jawbox,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Pus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sister Nancy,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Doors,
The Associates,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Al Stewart,
The Gladiators,
Animal Collective,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.