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 Thailand and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rosa Yemen to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camberwell Now,
Jandek,
Anthony Braxton,
kango's stein massive,
Fela Kuti,
Brand Nubian,
Mad Mike,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yellowson,
The Residents,
Grey Daturas,
Janne Schatter,
48th St. Collective,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flamin' Groovies,
June Days,
Make Up,
La Düsseldorf,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cabaret Voltaire,
China Crisis,
Freddie Wadling,
Slave,
James White and The Blacks,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Fania All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delta 5,
The Black Dice,
Wings,
Inner City,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blackbyrds,
A Certain Ratio,
Simply Red,
The Saints,
The Mojo Men,
Rod Modell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arab on Radar,
Y Pants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Monochrome Set,
Qualms,
PIL,
Curtis Mayfield,
Surgeon,
Model 500,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Urselle,
New Age Steppers,
Black Pus,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.