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 South Sudan and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Magma to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Gregory Isaacs,
Motorama,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fall,
Audionom,
Kevin Saunderson,
David Axelrod,
The Selecter,
Mad Mike,
Sun Ra,
Matthew Halsall,
Eyeless In Gaza,
F. McDonald,
the Normal,
Clear Light,
The Buckinghams,
Khruangbin,
The Move,
Aloha Tigers,
Barry Ungar,
Ossler,
The Count Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne,
Lucky Dragons,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arthur Verocai,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Görl,
Gang Gang Dance,
Franke,
Rotary Connection,
The Motions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dead Boys,
Cluster,
Michelle Simonal,
Marvin Gaye,
Shuggie Otis,
Goldenarms,
The Grass Roots,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grey Daturas,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Black Dice,
AZ,
Roy Ayers,
Mandrill,
Erykah Badu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Silicon Teens,
Crash Course in Science,
Josef K,
Kayak,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pagans,
Moss Icon,
Archie Shepp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.