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 Tonga and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Graham Central Station to the grime 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oneida,
Scan 7,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
R.M.O.,
Cecil Taylor,
ABBA,
Eddi Front,
Marshall Jefferson,
Archie Shepp,
The Seeds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scion,
The Count Five,
Leonard Cohen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mantronix,
Delta 5,
Blake Baxter,
Arab on Radar,
Deadbeat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camberwell Now,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Big Daddy Kane,
Symarip,
the Soft Cell,
The New Christs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jerry's Kids,
Bob Dylan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Delon & Dalcan,
The United States of America,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pagans,
Rod Modell,
Siglo XX,
Iggy Pop,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-101,
The Index,
Wings,
Brick,
Nico,
Roger Hodgson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
T.S.O.L.,
Kenny Larkin,
Godley & Creme,
Thee Headcoats,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.