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 Denmark and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Steve Hackett,
The Toasters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Guru Guru,
Sonic Youth,
John Coltrane,
Sex Pistols,
Rufus Thomas,
Tomorrow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dawn Penn,
Hashim,
The Last Poets,
The Names,
Make Up,
Yaz,
Faraquet,
David Bowie,
Idris Muhammad,
Darondo,
Swans,
the Bar-Kays,
Soul Sonic Force,
Circle Jerks,
Fad Gadget,
Pierre Henry,
Funkadelic,
Joey Negro,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pole,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lyres,
Godley & Creme,
Joensuu 1685,
Donald Byrd,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Hood,
L. Decosne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eurythmics,
Arthur Verocai,
Deakin,
Aloha Tigers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Human League,
Pylon,
Masters at Work,
La Düsseldorf,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tres Demented,
The Standells,
Fat Boys,
DNA,
Excepter,
The Litter,
Sixth Finger,
The Kinks,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.