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 Lithuania and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 K-Klass to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Yusef Lateef,
Fear,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Letta Mbulu,
Fugazi,
Jeru the Damaja,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Bananas,
Visage,
Eric Copeland,
Don Cherry,
Oneida,
the Association,
Sarah Menescal,
Deadbeat,
Ice-T,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soft Machine,
John Cale,
Altered Images,
Accadde A,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Main Source,
James Chance & The Contortions,
ABBA,
Los Fastidios,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sugar Minott,
Lalann,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skriet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Ronan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grauzone,
Underground Resistance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dennis Brown,
Technova,
The Smiths,
Hot Snakes,
The Gladiators,
Amon Düül,
June Days,
Popol Vuh,
Goldenarms,
Scrapy,
Gabor Szabo,
AZ,
Albert Ayler,
Basic Channel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fad Gadget,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.