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 Kazakhstan and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pharoah Sanders to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Bootsy Collins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yazoo,
T.S.O.L.,
Malaria!,
Eli Mardock,
The Skatalites,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mojo Men,
The Buckinghams,
Clear Light,
Letta Mbulu,
Cheater Slicks,
MC5,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dead C,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
JFA,
Organ,
Don Cherry,
Los Fastidios,
Deepchord,
Echospace,
The Angels of Light,
Little Man,
Grey Daturas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tres Demented,
The Young Rascals,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minor Threat,
Trumans Water,
Lou Christie,
Sarah Menescal,
Cymande,
Kayak,
Toni Rubio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sonny Sharrock,
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Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Smiths,
The Fire Engines,
New York Dolls,
Main Source,
June of 44,
Pulsallama,
Technova,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Moody Blues,
The Modern Lovers,
Oneida,
Terry Callier,
Eric Copeland,
Nils Olav,
the Bar-Kays,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Henry Cow,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Moon,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.