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 Sweden and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Jimmy McGriff to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Lakeside,
48th St. Collective,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Human League,
the Normal,
Qualms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alison Limerick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Archie Shepp,
Ronan,
Fear,
John Lydon,
Eden Ahbez,
Junior Murvin,
Bauhaus,
John Holt,
Glambeats Corp.,
L. Decosne,
Minor Threat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dave Gahan,
Fela Kuti,
Black Flag,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultra Naté,
Radiohead,
The Fortunes,
Chrome,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DNA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Derrick May,
ABC,
The Divine Comedy,
Dawn Penn,
Buzzcocks,
Barbara Tucker,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Sherman,
Mr. Review,
Flash Fearless,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amon Düül,
cv313,
Monks,
Lucky Dragons,
Ludus,
Donny Hathaway,
EPMD,
K-Klass,
Intrusion,
Sarah Menescal,
The Victims,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Move,
Silicon Teens,
The Names,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.