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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
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 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 EPMD to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Zapp,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker,
Visage,
Gil Scott Heron,
Leonard Cohen,
Max Romeo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Real Kids,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gap Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Siglo XX,
Mo-Dettes,
Aaron Thompson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amon Düül,
New Age Steppers,
Crooked Eye,
Barry Ungar,
Funkadelic,
Con Funk Shun,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gong,
Amon Düül II,
The Leaves,
Joe Finger,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ice-T,
Lakeside,
Jerry's Kids,
The Slackers,
Prince Buster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Skatalites,
Roy Ayers,
Liliput,
The Pop Group,
Cameo,
Toni Rubio,
Qualms,
Nirvana,
Piero Umiliani,
KRS-One,
Organ,
Au Pairs,
Ronan,
Eric Dolphy,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aural Exciters,
Silicon Teens,
Arcadia,
Gerry Rafferty,
48th St. Collective,
Theoretical Girls,
Severed Heads,
Fad Gadget,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Searchers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.