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 Mali and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Peter and Kerry to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camberwell Now,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blues Magoos,
The Grass Roots,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cowsills,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Barracudas,
Pussy Galore,
Connie Case,
Harry Pussy,
Eric Copeland,
Matthew Bourne,
Swell Maps,
Marmalade,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Beau Brummels,
X-101,
Tubeway Army,
Joe Finger,
The Toasters,
Q and Not U,
Don Cherry,
Lyres,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yazoo,
D'Angelo,
The Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Nick Fraelich,
The Star Department,
ABC,
The Offenders,
Stereo Dub,
Animal Collective,
Juan Atkins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Angry Samoans,
The Knickerbockers,
Nico,
One Last Wish,
Drexciya,
Traffic Nightmare,
June of 44,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Invisible,
The Slits,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Modern Lovers,
Arcadia,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed,
Blancmange,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Clarke,
Jandek,
MC5,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fortunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.