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 Laos and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sonny Sharrock to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Sixth Finger,
Joe Finger,
Camouflage,
Bootsy Collins,
Marine Girls,
Ultravox,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soul II Soul,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Slits,
Ludus,
Mr. Review,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arthur Verocai,
Amazonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The United States of America,
The Blues Magoos,
Nas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stockholm Monsters,
Drexciya,
Eve St. Jones,
Jandek,
Barbara Tucker,
The Move,
Tim Buckley,
John Lydon,
Neil Young,
Funkadelic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
FM Einheit,
Yaz,
June of 44,
Cal Tjader,
Jerry Gold Smith,
B.T. Express,
Thee Headcoats,
Wally Richardson,
Anthony Braxton,
Derrick Morgan,
Kenny Larkin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ten City,
Alphaville,
Ossler,
Erasure,
Ohio Players,
Warren Ellis,
The Residents,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Das Ding,
Eddi Front,
The Kinks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.