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 Benin and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Fortunes to the techno 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Wyatt,
Minor Threat,
Max Romeo,
Massinfluence,
The Real Kids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Searchers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Victims,
Yazoo,
The Black Dice,
Metal Thangz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Cell,
Lyres,
Mark Hollis,
The Smiths,
The Angels of Light,
The Count Five,
Ituana,
Rekid,
AZ,
Marmalade,
Anthony Braxton,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fuzztones,
Con Funk Shun,
Altered Images,
Mo-Dettes,
Second Layer,
Brand Nubian,
X-101,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Spandau Ballet,
The Blackbyrds,
The Walker Brothers,
Intrusion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Saints,
Talk Talk,
Ronan,
Newcleus,
Scott Walker,
Cal Tjader,
Piero Umiliani,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aswad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gladiators,
The Beau Brummels,
Danielle Patucci,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.