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 Cameroon and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Janne Schatter to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Yaz,
The Residents,
Delta 5,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Circle Jerks,
Drexciya,
Altered Images,
The Moody Blues,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pussy Galore,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Das Ding,
The Evens,
Buzzcocks,
Moss Icon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Los Fastidios,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Sonics,
Scientists,
Terry Callier,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun City Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quando Quango,
Neil Young,
Don Cherry,
Whodini,
Mars,
The Misunderstood,
Sun Ra,
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Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magazine,
The Black Dice,
The Electric Prunes,
Dennis Brown,
Kenny Larkin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David McCallum,
The Angels of Light,
The Monochrome Set,
Unrelated Segments,
Youth Brigade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Susan Cadogan,
David Bowie,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sam Rivers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Malaria!,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.