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 Germany and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
The Monochrome Set,
The Durutti Column,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Womack,
Lalann,
Ice-T,
Godley & Creme,
The Happenings,
The Seeds,
the Slits,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Technova,
Chris Corsano,
Alton Ellis,
Ultravox,
Lee Hazlewood,
China Crisis,
Chrome,
The Move,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fortunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Audionom,
Susan Cadogan,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare,
Japan,
the Germs,
The Gladiators,
Eve St. Jones,
Soft Machine,
Hashim,
The Last Poets,
Aural Exciters,
JFA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Patti Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Deakin,
The Standells,
Ronan,
Shuggie Otis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Al Stewart,
Rotary Connection,
Barrington Levy,
The Tremeloes,
Bauhaus,
Brothers Johnson,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun City Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aloha Tigers,
Roy Ayers,
The Mojo Men,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.