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 Korea North and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fatback Band to the grunge 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Kas Product,
Hot Snakes,
Fluxion,
Ituana,
Bill Near,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joey Negro,
New York Dolls,
Gang of Four,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Warsaw,
Chris & Cosey,
MDC,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
LL Cool J,
Au Pairs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Josef K,
Nas,
Man Parrish,
Groovy Waters,
Arthur Verocai,
Scott Walker,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pere Ubu,
Pagans,
Rotary Connection,
Sound Behaviour,
Radio Birdman,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Spandau Ballet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DJ Style,
Supertramp,
Negative Approach,
Soulsonic Force,
Nirvana,
Mission of Burma,
Drexciya,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Little Man,
Rufus Thomas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vainqueur,
Mark Hollis,
Pylon,
UT,
Roxy Music,
Deepchord,
Deakin,
Black Flag,
The Electric Prunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deadbeat,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.