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 Bahrain and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Average White Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Althea and Donna,
FM Einheit,
Bob Dylan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-101,
Sarah Menescal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Womack,
the Slits,
Livin' Joy,
The Invisible,
Joe Finger,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
T. Rex,
E-Dancer,
Dennis Brown,
The Litter,
Gabor Szabo,
kango's stein massive,
Banda Bassotti,
Trumans Water,
EPMD,
Wire,
Organ,
Avey Tare,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DNA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Essential Logic,
Lightning Bolt,
Wally Richardson,
The Pop Group,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rotary Connection,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gong,
The Modern Lovers,
Rufus Thomas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Maleditus Sound,
Shoche,
Khruangbin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Motions,
This Heat,
Guru Guru,
Excepter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New Age Steppers,
Roger Hodgson,
Cheater Slicks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.