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 Nigeria and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Arab on Radar to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Shuggie Otis,
Essential Logic,
John Coltrane,
Cybotron,
Reagan Youth,
The Saints,
Moebius,
Tom Boy,
Fear,
Delta 5,
The Slackers,
Prince Buster,
Mark Hollis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minor Threat,
Jerry's Kids,
The Pretty Things,
The Human League,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oblivians,
Cal Tjader,
Alphaville,
Boogie Down Productions,
Model 500,
The American Breed,
Q and Not U,
Rotary Connection,
Tubeway Army,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sisters of Mercy,
PIL,
The Fugs,
Monks,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare,
Peter & Gordon,
Blake Baxter,
Don Cherry,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Archie Shepp,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Divine Comedy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Beau Brummels,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stetsasonic,
The Monks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Leonard Cohen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Toni Rubio,
Johnny Clarke,
Urselle,
Minnie Riperton,
Blancmange,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cymande,
Davy DMX,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.