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 Pakistan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Darondo to the rock 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Faraquet,
Nirvana,
The Martian,
Jandek,
Max Romeo,
Cluster,
Freddie Wadling,
L. Decosne,
The Knickerbockers,
Guru Guru,
Toni Rubio,
Bill Near,
Masters at Work,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wire,
Rekid,
The Leaves,
Crash Course in Science,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Isaac Hayes,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Starr,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amazonics,
Eurythmics,
Kenny Larkin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Index,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Popol Vuh,
Black Sheep,
Ossler,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marmalade,
Idris Muhammad,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed,
David Axelrod,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sam Rivers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sixth Finger,
DNA,
The Kinks,
The Cowsills,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Reuben Wilson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Swans,
Alice Coltrane,
Visage,
Massinfluence,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Laurel Aitken,
Vainqueur,
Franke,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.