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 Djibouti and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Sonny Sharrock to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marmalade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eli Mardock,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Delta 5,
Gabor Szabo,
Grauzone,
Graham Central Station,
Fluxion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lucky Dragons,
Wasted Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Animal Collective,
Saccharine Trust,
Stockholm Monsters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Siglo XX,
Godley & Creme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Charles Mingus,
Sister Nancy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Albert Ayler,
China Crisis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Martian,
Fad Gadget,
Max Romeo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Normal,
Panda Bear,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Slick Rick,
Cameo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Shuggie Otis,
Ponytail,
CMW,
Harry Pussy,
Malaria!,
The Gladiators,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Black Dice,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brothers Johnson,
Dawn Penn,
Pere Ubu,
Unrelated Segments,
Little Man,
Kayak,
H. Thieme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Half Japanese,
Rufus Thomas,
The Leaves,
DNA,
Brass Construction,
Mandrill,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.