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 Paraguay and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 The Fortunes to the punk 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Surgeon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pole,
Ornette Coleman,
Arthur Verocai,
Masters at Work,
Sparks,
Harmonia,
48th St. Collective,
Scan 7,
Sonic Youth,
Cal Tjader,
Livin' Joy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DJ Style,
Youth Brigade,
June Days,
The Fall,
The Wake,
Wally Richardson,
Excepter,
FM Einheit,
the Germs,
Can,
Flamin' Groovies,
New Age Steppers,
Peter & Gordon,
The Techniques,
Robert Hood,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Invisible,
Fatback Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arcadia,
D'Angelo,
The Gories,
Royal Trux,
Black Flag,
Iggy Pop,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lebanon Hanover,
Saccharine Trust,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dead C,
Rotary Connection,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Lydon,
Negative Approach,
Brand Nubian,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Intrusion,
Andrew Hill,
Desert Stars,
The Gap Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiohead,
David Axelrod,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.