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 East Timor and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Hot Snakes to the rock 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Donald Byrd,
Excepter,
Ultravox,
New Order,
The Wake,
The Saints,
Accadde A,
Scratch Acid,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul II Soul,
Sun City Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Connie Case,
Fugazi,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Derrick May,
The Sonics,
Donny Hathaway,
Blancmange,
Rekid,
Brick,
The Star Department,
Crash Course in Science,
The Monochrome Set,
Ohio Players,
Minutemen,
Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
R.M.O.,
The Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barrington Levy,
Section 25,
The Motions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amon Düül,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Misunderstood,
The Moleskins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bill Near,
Faraquet,
Godley & Creme,
Skaos,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Morten Harket,
Fear,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DNA,
The Residents,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Slits,
MDC,
Wire,
Laurel Aitken,
Davy DMX,
MC5,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.