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 San Marino and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Parry Music to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Eve St. Jones,
Babytalk,
ABBA,
Hashim,
Eli Mardock,
Bronski Beat,
Angry Samoans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Letta Mbulu,
Icehouse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fatback Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Womack,
Hardrive,
Donny Hathaway,
Television,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Lynne,
Zapp,
Eric Copeland,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lalann,
Porter Ricks,
Negative Approach,
Kool Moe Dee,
Leonard Cohen,
Country Teasers,
Ronnie Foster,
Eden Ahbez,
Sister Nancy,
Gang of Four,
The Neon Judgement,
Electric Prunes,
Fear,
Boz Scaggs,
Anthony Braxton,
Gabor Szabo,
F. McDonald,
The Moody Blues,
48th St. Collective,
B.T. Express,
David Axelrod,
CMW,
Mad Mike,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Toni Rubio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siglo XX,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Michelle Simonal,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed,
Pierre Henry,
The Remains,
Charles Mingus,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.