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 Oman and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Organ to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gun Club,
These Immortal Souls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scrapy,
Siglo XX,
kango's stein massive,
Ponytail,
Gastr Del Sol,
Subhumans,
Whodini,
The Index,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lightning Bolt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fat Boys,
Byron Stingily,
David Bowie,
Minor Threat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quantec,
U.S. Maple,
EPMD,
Parry Music,
Ludus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funkadelic,
Stockholm Monsters,
MC5,
Mary Jane Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Scientists,
Oblivians,
Delta 5,
Yusef Lateef,
The Pretty Things,
Ronnie Foster,
Pere Ubu,
Country Teasers,
Judy Mowatt,
Flipper,
the Fania All-Stars,
Intrusion,
Dark Day,
The Durutti Column,
Freddie Wadling,
Quando Quango,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fear,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Wake,
In Retrospect,
Fluxion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Slick Rick,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.