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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Henry Cow to the electroclash 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tim Buckley,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rekid,
Metal Thangz,
The Martian,
The Grass Roots,
Shoche,
FM Einheit,
Brand Nubian,
Suburban Knight,
Davy DMX,
ABBA,
Absolute Body Control,
Sound Behaviour,
Magma,
Crime,
Lyres,
Todd Terry,
Henry Cow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aaron Thompson,
Dark Day,
Bluetip,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cecil Taylor,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Prunes,
Main Source,
Pantytec,
Fat Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Visage,
The Cowsills,
Carl Craig,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Godley & Creme,
The Cure,
Man Parrish,
JFA,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dawn Penn,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Blackbyrds,
Junior Murvin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Boredoms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rites of Spring,
Zero Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Slits,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dorothy Ashby,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.