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 Mauritius and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Aloha Tigers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Massinfluence,
Eddi Front,
Nico,
Maleditus Sound,
Barrington Levy,
ABC,
Moby Grape,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alphaville,
a-ha,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang of Four,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Finger,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
10cc,
Cameo,
Marc Almond,
The Fuzztones,
Whodini,
Fad Gadget,
The Gun Club,
Mark Hollis,
Mandrill,
John Holt,
Fat Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Slave,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dead Boys,
Grey Daturas,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Section 25,
Zero Boys,
Vainqueur,
Brand Nubian,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Michelle Simonal,
Siglo XX,
Cecil Taylor,
Desert Stars,
PIL,
Warsaw,
Boz Scaggs,
Trumans Water,
Man Parrish,
Organ,
Echospace,
John Lydon,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Coltrane,
Soul II Soul,
Sugar Minott,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.