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 Kyrgyzstan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 kango's stein massive to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
The Divine Comedy,
June of 44,
OOIOO,
Robert Hood,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cure,
Shoche,
Bauhaus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Second Layer,
Black Flag,
Gabor Szabo,
Nico,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barrington Levy,
Agent Orange,
Bang On A Can,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bush Tetras,
New Age Steppers,
Crash Course in Science,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Grass Roots,
Minutemen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Carl Craig,
The Pretty Things,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chrome,
Bootsy Collins,
These Immortal Souls,
The Doors,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rotary Connection,
Livin' Joy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moebius,
Gastr Del Sol,
Morten Harket,
Wire,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Index,
Kenny Larkin,
Yusef Lateef,
Maurizio,
Fela Kuti,
The Golliwogs,
Michelle Simonal,
The Searchers,
Quantec,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fugs,
Swell Maps,
The Offenders,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.