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 New Zealand and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 The Tremeloes to the funk 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Brand Nubian,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Litter,
Nas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Andrew Hill,
Swell Maps,
Gang of Four,
Soul II Soul,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scientists,
Terry Callier,
R.M.O.,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Flag,
Bang On A Can,
Brick,
Shoche,
Rekid,
Y Pants,
Kerri Chandler,
June Days,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liliput,
Crooked Eye,
kango's stein massive,
Roger Hodgson,
Nick Fraelich,
Soft Machine,
Neu!,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harry Pussy,
Mantronix,
Matthew Bourne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Maurizio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Skatalites,
The Last Poets,
Mad Mike,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mojo Men,
The Happenings,
The Gap Band,
Desert Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Arthur Verocai,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Slits,
Joy Division,
Fluxion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Subhumans,
John Coltrane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Archie Shepp,
The Misunderstood,
Glenn Branca,
Danielle Patucci,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.