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 Mauritania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
The Blues Magoos,
One Last Wish,
The Vogues,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pet Shop Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Archie Shepp,
Gregory Isaacs,
Half Japanese,
Black Pus,
T.S.O.L.,
Ituana,
Sun City Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Bar-Kays,
Pere Ubu,
Ludus,
Eric Copeland,
Yellowson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gap Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joensuu 1685,
A Certain Ratio,
Arab on Radar,
Drexciya,
Soft Machine,
Jawbox,
Thee Headcoats,
Reuben Wilson,
Icehouse,
Juan Atkins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rekid,
Newcleus,
Stereo Dub,
Tom Boy,
The Red Krayola,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gladiators,
Letta Mbulu,
Ice-T,
The Skatalites,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Supertramp,
Flash Fearless,
Drive Like Jehu,
Talk Talk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Modern Lovers,
Harry Pussy,
Warsaw,
Yusef Lateef,
Young Marble Giants,
The Slackers,
Sonic Youth,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.