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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Don Cherry to the grunge 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Radiopuhelimet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vladislav Delay,
The Raincoats,
Warsaw,
Maleditus Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Erasure,
Idris Muhammad,
Quantec,
Section 25,
Pussy Galore,
New York Dolls,
Erykah Badu,
Barry Ungar,
Icehouse,
Man Parrish,
Crime,
Babytalk,
Patti Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alton Ellis,
The Techniques,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Guru Guru,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camouflage,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gories,
Agent Orange,
Faust,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sarah Menescal,
Archie Shepp,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Index,
Ultimate Spinach,
Los Fastidios,
The Invisible,
Kerrie Biddell,
48th St. Collective,
The Sonics,
Liliput,
Lyres,
Bluetip,
Bobby Byrd,
Cheater Slicks,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Gong,
David McCallum,
Infiniti,
Rufus Thomas,
Scan 7,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.