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 Venezuela and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Don Cherry to the grunge 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blake Baxter,
Popol Vuh,
Blancmange,
Lakeside,
Bobby Womack,
Black Bananas,
Don Cherry,
Erykah Badu,
the Swans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joe Smooth,
cv313,
Mr. Review,
Sandy B,
Ralphi Rosario,
CMW,
the Association,
Mars,
Anakelly,
Theoretical Girls,
Loose Ends,
Jeff Mills,
Skarface,
Eve St. Jones,
Parry Music,
Public Enemy,
The J.B.'s,
Slave,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
UT,
Moss Icon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Stooges,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mission of Burma,
B.T. Express,
Kevin Saunderson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Outsiders,
Eric Copeland,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Green,
L. Decosne,
Motorama,
The Electric Prunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rekid,
Scan 7,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.