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 Colombia and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wally Richardson,
Country Teasers,
MDC,
Lucky Dragons,
The Evens,
Pulsallama,
Gang of Four,
The Cramps,
Little Man,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skriet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Outsiders,
Rod Modell,
Warren Ellis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
World's Most,
The Pretty Things,
Fluxion,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Starr,
The Names,
Erasure,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cal Tjader,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Smog,
Magazine,
Barbara Tucker,
Gichy Dan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dark Day,
New York Dolls,
Audionom,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tommy Roe,
Moby Grape,
Accadde A,
The Black Dice,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rites of Spring,
KRS-One,
Trumans Water,
E-Dancer,
The Selecter,
Q and Not U,
Young Marble Giants,
Prince Buster,
Mark Hollis,
Ludus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The J.B.'s,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.