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 Guinea and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soul Sonic Force 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Detroit Cobras,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mandrill,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thee Headcoats,
Sight & Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Deadbeat,
Wolf Eyes,
Gabor Szabo,
Dennis Brown,
Roy Ayers,
K-Klass,
48th St. Collective,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter & Gordon,
Joy Division,
Sarah Menescal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Schoolly D,
Howard Jones,
Vladislav Delay,
Rapeman,
Man Parrish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rekid,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dual Sessions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Michelle Simonal,
The Birthday Party,
The Pretty Things,
Neu!,
Joe Smooth,
This Heat,
Liliput,
Charles Mingus,
Warren Ellis,
Crooked Eye,
Joyce Sims,
Kool Moe Dee,
Warsaw,
The Motions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cheater Slicks,
Letta Mbulu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-Ray Spex,
Motorama,
Yusef Lateef,
Das Ding,
The Dead C,
Pole,
Throbbing Gristle,
Basic Channel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.