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 Switzerland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the punk 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
The Durutti Column,
Piero Umiliani,
Ten City,
The Mojo Men,
R.M.O.,
Roger Hodgson,
OOIOO,
Aaron Thompson,
Slave,
Television Personalities,
Ralphi Rosario,
Don Cherry,
The Standells,
The Grass Roots,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Busters,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gories,
The Slackers,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cheater Slicks,
Henry Cow,
Sandy B,
The Monochrome Set,
Bill Near,
Joensuu 1685,
Tears for Fears,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yusef Lateef,
Ituana,
Minny Pops,
the Normal,
Franke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hasil Adkins,
Gregory Isaacs,
FM Einheit,
Easy Going,
Gang of Four,
The Moleskins,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Womack,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eli Mardock,
Technova,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Shuggie Otis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Monolake,
Animal Collective,
Vainqueur,
Wings,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wasted Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Bronski Beat,
Grauzone,
John Holt,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.