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 Chad and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Aswad to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
D'Angelo,
Piero Umiliani,
Interpol,
Cameo,
Pantytec,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Masters at Work,
Delta 5,
Eve St. Jones,
Morten Harket,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mandrill,
Terry Callier,
Babytalk,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sound Behaviour,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amon Düül II,
Tres Demented,
the Sonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Schoolly D,
Brass Construction,
Wire,
The Durutti Column,
The Music Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
The Invisible,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Derrick Morgan,
DNA,
World's Most,
Japan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Isaac Hayes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ponytail,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pole,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Colin Newman,
Heaven 17,
Los Fastidios,
Sonic Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Hood,
Faust,
The Doors,
Black Flag,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.