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 Cuba and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Idris Muhammad to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Albert Ayler,
The Alarm Clocks,
Simply Red,
The Cramps,
Schoolly D,
Ludus,
Bill Near,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jacob Miller,
Circle Jerks,
Skaos,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Isaac Hayes,
Davy DMX,
Piero Umiliani,
Flash Fearless,
Juan Atkins,
Cecil Taylor,
Nils Olav,
T.S.O.L.,
LL Cool J,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kaleidoscope,
Lindisfarne,
Magma,
Inner City,
Von Mondo,
Lower 48,
New Order,
Scratch Acid,
Shoche,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed,
Fad Gadget,
Parry Music,
Cheater Slicks,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Görl,
Derrick May,
Con Funk Shun,
Tubeway Army,
Pylon,
Japan,
Boredoms,
Ronnie Foster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric Dolphy,
Altered Images,
Rod Modell,
Porter Ricks,
Agitation Free,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.