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 Guatemala and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Michael McDonald 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 Pantaleimon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Guru Guru,
James White and The Blacks,
Letta Mbulu,
Neil Young,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Underground Resistance,
Yazoo,
Glenn Branca,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Happenings,
Chris Corsano,
Ponytail,
Hashim,
Second Layer,
Average White Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric Copeland,
Magma,
Soft Cell,
Banda Bassotti,
Franke,
The Tremeloes,
Alphaville,
The Kinks,
Ultravox,
The Cramps,
One Last Wish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Lydon,
Roy Ayers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cheater Slicks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pierre Henry,
Drexciya,
Joy Division,
Goldenarms,
Erykah Badu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Public Enemy,
Marmalade,
ABC,
Don Cherry,
Jeff Lynne,
The Velvet Underground,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Leonard Cohen,
Sex Pistols,
Suburban Knight,
Easy Going,
Danielle Patucci,
Todd Rundgren,
The Five Americans,
Eli Mardock,
Frankie Knuckles,
Livin' Joy,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.