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 Kenya and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grauzone to the techno 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Nation of Ulysses,
Max Romeo,
Deadbeat,
KRS-One,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cowsills,
Sight & Sound,
Rekid,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Television,
Sam Rivers,
Bad Manners,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Albert Ayler,
Grauzone,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fortunes,
The Gun Club,
Jeru the Damaja,
Faust,
UT,
Youth Brigade,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Swans,
Morten Harket,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barry Ungar,
Cal Tjader,
The Victims,
The United States of America,
Gang of Four,
Pylon,
Clear Light,
New Age Steppers,
Rufus Thomas,
Drexciya,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Techniques,
Alice Coltrane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Green,
Fear,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June Days,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Iggy Pop,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David Axelrod,
Eric Copeland,
Scientists,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Buzzcocks,
The Sonics,
the Slits,
Livin' Joy,
ABBA,
New York Dolls,
Dennis Brown,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.