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 Namibia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
The Offenders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Laurel Aitken,
Young Marble Giants,
Yaz,
MC5,
Chrome,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grey Daturas,
Rapeman,
Quando Quango,
The Young Rascals,
the Slits,
The Count Five,
Circle Jerks,
Kurtis Blow,
The Angels of Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
ABBA,
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül,
These Immortal Souls,
Masters at Work,
Ronnie Foster,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalann,
Eric Dolphy,
Marmalade,
Groovy Waters,
Yellowson,
Half Japanese,
Cluster,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Modern Lovers,
10cc,
The Mojo Men,
Visage,
OOIOO,
Adolescents,
Terry Callier,
Sällskapet,
The Cure,
Scion,
LL Cool J,
Siglo XX,
Moebius,
John Holt,
The Walker Brothers,
B.T. Express,
Ken Boothe,
Rotary Connection,
The Trojans,
Pere Ubu,
The Martian,
Khruangbin,
Average White Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crime,
Von Mondo,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.