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 Uruguay and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Pussy Galore to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Groovy Waters,
Juan Atkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chris Corsano,
The Angels of Light,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Procol Harum,
Angry Samoans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aural Exciters,
Negative Approach,
Lightning Bolt,
Crime,
Dual Sessions,
The Gladiators,
Rufus Thomas,
The Leaves,
Fear,
Livin' Joy,
Skaos,
The Dirtbombs,
a-ha,
Average White Band,
Archie Shepp,
Hasil Adkins,
The Slits,
World's Most,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Spoonie Gee,
Das Ding,
Josef K,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Monks,
The Selecter,
Glenn Branca,
Radio Birdman,
Hashim,
The Skatalites,
Amon Düül,
Half Japanese,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Searchers,
The Offenders,
DJ Style,
Gang Green,
Joe Smooth,
EPMD,
Al Stewart,
John Lydon,
Barbara Tucker,
Tubeway Army,
Lebanon Hanover,
Johnny Clarke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kenny Larkin,
Leonard Cohen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Raincoats,
The Seeds,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.