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 Greece and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Donald Fagen 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 the Soft Cell to the grunge 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Siglo XX,
John Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Model 500,
Piero Umiliani,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Outsiders,
Todd Terry,
Swans,
Ultravox,
Flamin' Groovies,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
Stereo Dub,
Wire,
Gang Starr,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultra Naté,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mad Mike,
Porter Ricks,
Audionom,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Excepter,
Anthony Braxton,
Cal Tjader,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soulsonic Force,
Metal Thangz,
Lower 48,
Judy Mowatt,
Barry Ungar,
Dual Sessions,
Massinfluence,
Eden Ahbez,
Moss Icon,
Wings,
Man Parrish,
The Barracudas,
Roy Ayers,
Amon Düül,
Gang Gang Dance,
Das Ding,
X-102,
James White and The Blacks,
B.T. Express,
Au Pairs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sandy B,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nas,
Cluster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oblivians,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tears for Fears,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.