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 Vanuatu and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Althea and Donna to the funk 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Kurtis Blow,
Connie Case,
Funkadelic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cluster,
Eric Dolphy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Pus,
Vainqueur,
Monks,
John Cale,
Duran Duran,
Clear Light,
Skaos,
Jandek,
The Cure,
Byron Stingily,
In Retrospect,
Rekid,
The Associates,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Niagra,
X-102,
Desert Stars,
Motorama,
The Black Dice,
AZ,
Rites of Spring,
Delta 5,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neil Young,
Underground Resistance,
Sight & Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stereo Dub,
Yaz,
Quando Quango,
Audionom,
Bill Near,
Bill Wells,
Liliput,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dennis Brown,
Godley & Creme,
Danielle Patucci,
Rod Modell,
Con Funk Shun,
Metal Thangz,
Matthew Bourne,
Eve St. Jones,
Ten City,
John Lydon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sixth Finger,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Inner City,
Rufus Thomas,
Wings,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.