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 Slovenia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Shuggie Otis to the rock 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Nils Olav,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Litter,
Oblivians,
Marshall Jefferson,
Negative Approach,
The Leaves,
Blossom Toes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jacob Miller,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Agitation Free,
Hot Snakes,
Visage,
Marmalade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Vogues,
the Slits,
The Raincoats,
Prince Buster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jawbox,
Bob Dylan,
Man Parrish,
The Fire Engines,
Stereo Dub,
Sparks,
Livin' Joy,
Bush Tetras,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Interpol,
Section 25,
Drive Like Jehu,
Carl Craig,
Simply Red,
Lindisfarne,
Ohio Players,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Teasers,
The Last Poets,
Boz Scaggs,
Basic Channel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Human League,
Mark Hollis,
The Birthday Party,
Easy Going,
Magma,
Skriet,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Byrd,
cv313,
Main Source,
The Toasters,
Supertramp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lyres,
Young Marble Giants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.