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 Dominican Republic and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 UT to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Symarip,
Terry Callier,
The Seeds,
Yusef Lateef,
Delta 5,
Carl Craig,
The Zeros,
Siglo XX,
The Fall,
Massinfluence,
Flipper,
Swans,
Ultravox,
Supertramp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pylon,
Malaria!,
The Saints,
Cecil Taylor,
Stetsasonic,
Panda Bear,
Davy DMX,
Oblivians,
Boredoms,
Inner City,
The Barracudas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bush Tetras,
Flamin' Groovies,
Shoche,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Stooges,
Newcleus,
Alison Limerick,
Technova,
Patti Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Suicide,
The Monochrome Set,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mantronix,
Drexciya,
A Certain Ratio,
John Foxx,
E-Dancer,
The Fortunes,
Mr. Review,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Mills,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare,
Donny Hathaway,
Yellowson,
Janne Schatter,
Eric Dolphy,
Fela Kuti,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.