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 Sierra Leone and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Lungfish to the grunge 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
OOIOO,
Pylon,
Sun City Girls,
Lyres,
Gang Green,
Altered Images,
The Names,
Television,
Hasil Adkins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Icehouse,
The Walker Brothers,
Sällskapet,
The Cowsills,
Mo-Dettes,
10cc,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kerri Chandler,
UT,
Zero Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Wings,
Bill Near,
Faust,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dennis Brown,
Organ,
H. Thieme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Clear Light,
Laurel Aitken,
Terry Callier,
Scott Walker,
Alice Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
Trumans Water,
Soul II Soul,
David Axelrod,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Angels of Light,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jacob Miller,
Second Layer,
The Sonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Vogues,
X-Ray Spex,
Aaron Thompson,
AZ,
CMW,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alphaville,
Gong,
Godley & Creme,
Magazine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.