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 Kiribati and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 LL Cool J to the dance 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
B.T. Express,
Johnny Clarke,
The Beau Brummels,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gladiators,
Main Source,
Black Bananas,
Cecil Taylor,
Roger Hodgson,
Can,
Organ,
Eurythmics,
Max Romeo,
Judy Mowatt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Real Kids,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stetsasonic,
Neil Young,
The Last Poets,
The Sonics,
Ronan,
Bobby Byrd,
Magazine,
The Leaves,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barrington Levy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Royal Trux,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Starr,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Colin Newman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tres Demented,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fat Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Reagan Youth,
T. Rex,
Jeff Mills,
Stiv Bators,
Sun City Girls,
K-Klass,
Pulsallama,
Yusef Lateef,
Television,
Vladislav Delay,
UT,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Easy Going,
La Düsseldorf,
Alphaville,
Warsaw,
Skriet,
Inner City,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.