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 Lesotho and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Johnny Osbourne to the funk 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Oblivians,
New York Dolls,
The Gap Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ornette Coleman,
Intrusion,
The Music Machine,
Moss Icon,
Index,
Joe Smooth,
Groovy Waters,
Danielle Patucci,
Saccharine Trust,
Sex Pistols,
Boz Scaggs,
Niagra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Colin Newman,
Sun City Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Kurtis Blow,
Severed Heads,
Livin' Joy,
The Walker Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
Boredoms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Infiniti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
MDC,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Black Dice,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roy Ayers,
Kayak,
Lower 48,
Brand Nubian,
F. McDonald,
The Offenders,
Aural Exciters,
Pantaleimon,
Jandek,
Cymande,
Eddi Front,
Erasure,
Trumans Water,
Basic Channel,
UT,
Nico,
The Evens,
Circle Jerks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
8 Eyed Spy,
Susan Cadogan,
The Electric Prunes,
Cecil Taylor,
Panda Bear,
The Fugs,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.