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 Japan and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Amon Düül to the disco 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Trumans Water,
Dennis Brown,
B.T. Express,
The Pretty Things,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boredoms,
Sandy B,
Basic Channel,
Blossom Toes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Simply Red,
Procol Harum,
R.M.O.,
Gang Starr,
The Invisible,
John Cale,
Bush Tetras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Martian,
Albert Ayler,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kaleidoscope,
Radiopuhelimet,
Slick Rick,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mummies,
Khruangbin,
The Fire Engines,
the Slits,
Goldenarms,
In Retrospect,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hoover,
Soul II Soul,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dead C,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bauhaus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hashim,
Reuben Wilson,
The Move,
Massinfluence,
Andrew Hill,
Eric Copeland,
Swans,
Lindisfarne,
Josef K,
Schoolly D,
Al Stewart,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aural Exciters,
Patti Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Fatback Band,
Fad Gadget,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.