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 Mongolia and from Accra.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Liliput to the funk 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sandy B,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Toni Rubio,
Intrusion,
Mo-Dettes,
Agitation Free,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mojo Men,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fela Kuti,
Soul II Soul,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Move,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neu!,
Suicide,
Todd Rundgren,
Crash Course in Science,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aswad,
Swell Maps,
Swans,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Skatalites,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angry Samoans,
Subhumans,
Thee Headcoats,
The Last Poets,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fuzztones,
Barrington Levy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Danielle Patucci,
The Beau Brummels,
Nas,
The Monks,
Panda Bear,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eddi Front,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arab on Radar,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Von Mondo,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Invisible,
Joensuu 1685,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Prince Buster,
China Crisis,
World's Most,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Isaac Hayes,
Kenny Larkin,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.