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 Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 Susan Cadogan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Monks,
Todd Rundgren,
Reagan Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mummies,
Erykah Badu,
kango's stein massive,
Ornette Coleman,
Sam Rivers,
Spoonie Gee,
Blake Baxter,
Crooked Eye,
Bob Dylan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Loose Ends,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ten City,
D'Angelo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gories,
Judy Mowatt,
Average White Band,
John Coltrane,
Main Source,
David Axelrod,
Nas,
10cc,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Patti Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Spandau Ballet,
Warsaw,
Surgeon,
Technova,
Camouflage,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bronski Beat,
Guru Guru,
The Selecter,
The Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Agent Orange,
Hashim,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Green,
The Skatalites,
The Tremeloes,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.