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 Poland and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Jacques Brel to the jazz 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Faust,
Pole,
Pere Ubu,
Unrelated Segments,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ludus,
Thee Headcoats,
Sex Pistols,
Minor Threat,
The Names,
Andrew Hill,
The Mummies,
Index,
James White and The Blacks,
DJ Sneak,
Idris Muhammad,
ABBA,
Kerri Chandler,
Rufus Thomas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Green,
Archie Shepp,
The United States of America,
Roxette,
AZ,
R.M.O.,
The American Breed,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Smog,
Amazonics,
David Bowie,
Crash Course in Science,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eden Ahbez,
Youth Brigade,
The Cowsills,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dennis Brown,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pulsallama,
Excepter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Delon & Dalcan,
New York Dolls,
Make Up,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joe Smooth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Godley & Creme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Los Fastidios,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare,
David McCallum,
Wings,
Todd Terry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.