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 Haiti and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jerry's Kids to the crunk 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Loose Ends,
Moss Icon,
Chrome,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doors,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Suburban Knight,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-102,
Easy Going,
Prince Buster,
Dark Day,
Trumans Water,
The Skatalites,
the Sonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Technova,
Pet Shop Boys,
Niagra,
Monolake,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun Ra,
The Dead C,
Simply Red,
Sexual Harrassment,
Janne Schatter,
The Kinks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brothers Johnson,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare,
The Blackbyrds,
Ohio Players,
Amon Düül II,
Sandy B,
Pylon,
La Düsseldorf,
U.S. Maple,
Ken Boothe,
X-Ray Spex,
Danielle Patucci,
Lalann,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Essential Logic,
The Saints,
Joe Smooth,
Charles Mingus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Real Kids,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boz Scaggs,
Matthew Halsall,
Hardrive,
Flamin' Groovies,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.