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 Georgia and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
The Gladiators,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mary Jane Girls,
R.M.O.,
The Star Department,
Anthony Braxton,
The Last Poets,
Delta 5,
Dead Boys,
Cameo,
Gichy Dan,
Black Flag,
Grey Daturas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Trojans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Guru Guru,
Flash Fearless,
Sonny Sharrock,
Maurizio,
Pantytec,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cymande,
Nirvana,
Lalo Schifrin,
Television,
Reuben Wilson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-101,
The Raincoats,
Gerry Rafferty,
David McCallum,
The Young Rascals,
Adolescents,
Deakin,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Black Dice,
The Fire Engines,
Joey Negro,
Niagra,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Zeros,
Sällskapet,
Liliput,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Morten Harket,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Starr,
Basic Channel,
Eve St. Jones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Easy Going,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.