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 Belgium and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 Lee Hazlewood to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
FM Einheit,
Quando Quango,
Eurythmics,
Don Cherry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Toasters,
David Bowie,
Main Source,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sarah Menescal,
LL Cool J,
Man Parrish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Pretty Things,
New Age Steppers,
David McCallum,
John Lydon,
The Smoke,
Rites of Spring,
Rapeman,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Move,
Mantronix,
Letta Mbulu,
Funky Four + One,
Public Enemy,
Brick,
The Victims,
MDC,
Roger Hodgson,
Albert Ayler,
Byron Stingily,
DJ Style,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fortunes,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
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Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jandek,
Grey Daturas,
Index,
Angry Samoans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Knickerbockers,
Lalann,
Ossler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mummies,
Wally Richardson,
The Monks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Magma,
Severed Heads,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.