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 Australia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Goldenarms to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Mad Mike,
the Sonics,
The Durutti Column,
Dennis Brown,
L. Decosne,
Sam Rivers,
Procol Harum,
Shoche,
The Barracudas,
The Smoke,
The Gladiators,
The Misunderstood,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Christie,
Severed Heads,
Max Romeo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare,
Guru Guru,
Slick Rick,
MC5,
Y Pants,
Drexciya,
The Wake,
Desert Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Move,
Danielle Patucci,
Cal Tjader,
Radiohead,
The Trojans,
Bill Wells,
The Flesh Eaters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sarah Menescal,
Monks,
Niagra,
Minor Threat,
New Age Steppers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Motorama,
Grey Daturas,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fuzztones,
Circle Jerks,
Main Source,
Soft Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Eli Mardock,
Talk Talk,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kerrie Biddell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Smog,
the Bar-Kays,
Popol Vuh,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.