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 Andorra and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
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 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 Boogie Down Productions to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Patti Smith,
Godley & Creme,
The Barracudas,
The Angels of Light,
The Gap Band,
Nils Olav,
Public Enemy,
Lyres,
Vainqueur,
Joe Smooth,
Spandau Ballet,
48th St. Collective,
Brothers Johnson,
Freddie Wadling,
The Monochrome Set,
Eden Ahbez,
The Divine Comedy,
The Toasters,
8 Eyed Spy,
China Crisis,
Arab on Radar,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Depeche Mode,
Duran Duran,
The Music Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Litter,
Grey Daturas,
Kenny Larkin,
The Wake,
Minny Pops,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oneida,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Slits,
Average White Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Guru Guru,
Radiohead,
Jeff Mills,
Mark Hollis,
The Doors,
Isaac Hayes,
Nirvana,
Althea and Donna,
Matthew Halsall,
The Move,
Reuben Wilson,
Rapeman,
Symarip,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Don Cherry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Niagra,
Bad Manners,
Carl Craig,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.