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 Mali and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roxy Music to the electroclash 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tommy Roe,
Tubeway Army,
Vainqueur,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alice Coltrane,
Nik Kershaw,
The Misunderstood,
Infiniti,
John Cale,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ludus,
Bob Dylan,
The Pop Group,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
James White and The Blacks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
MDC,
Electric Prunes,
Derrick Morgan,
Jacob Miller,
Cameo,
The Cowsills,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yusef Lateef,
Boogie Down Productions,
Suburban Knight,
kango's stein massive,
Erykah Badu,
Ohio Players,
Minnie Riperton,
48th St. Collective,
The Red Krayola,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Freddie Wadling,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alton Ellis,
Whodini,
Barbara Tucker,
Brand Nubian,
FM Einheit,
Negative Approach,
The Golliwogs,
Excepter,
The Fall,
Eric Copeland,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare,
Barry Ungar,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
U.S. Maple,
One Last Wish,
Max Romeo,
The Fugs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter & Gordon,
Basic Channel,
Sam Rivers,
The Kinks,
Jacques Brel,
Black Bananas,
Kerri Chandler,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.