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 Barbados and from London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Amazonics to the rock 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Ronnie Foster,
Slave,
a-ha,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Groovy Waters,
The Real Kids,
Roxette,
U.S. Maple,
Minor Threat,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Golliwogs,
KRS-One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Donald Byrd,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Womack,
Excepter,
Tomorrow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liliput,
Lower 48,
D'Angelo,
Hardrive,
The Invisible,
The Evens,
Rekid,
Erykah Badu,
Brand Nubian,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Freddie Wadling,
Marine Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
New York Dolls,
The Moody Blues,
Soul II Soul,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Davy DMX,
Boredoms,
Harmonia,
Bizarre Inc.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Niagra,
Derrick May,
Barbara Tucker,
JFA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Khruangbin,
Deepchord,
Chrome,
Kurtis Blow,
cv313,
Peter & Gordon,
Aaron Thompson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Metal Thangz,
Camouflage,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.