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 Sierra Leone and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Kerri Chandler to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gladiators,
Kayak,
Scott Walker,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brick,
Janne Schatter,
AZ,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joyce Sims,
New Age Steppers,
Popol Vuh,
Todd Terry,
La Düsseldorf,
Reuben Wilson,
Neu!,
Black Bananas,
Jawbox,
Slick Rick,
The Moody Blues,
Visage,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Offenders,
Ossler,
Rekid,
Alison Limerick,
Bad Manners,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Remains,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Altered Images,
Soft Cell,
Yazoo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Slits,
KRS-One,
World's Most,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
ABBA,
Peter and Kerry,
Magazine,
Pantaleimon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cure,
Zero Boys,
The Motions,
FM Einheit,
Roger Hodgson,
cv313,
the Sonics,
Chris & Cosey,
Arcadia,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cramps,
The Black Dice,
Youth Brigade,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.