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 Italy and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Donald Fagen 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 Thee Headcoats to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heaven 17,
The Beau Brummels,
The Busters,
Ossler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Porter Ricks,
The Index,
Deadbeat,
Dennis Brown,
Don Cherry,
Gichy Dan,
Gong,
Angry Samoans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kurtis Blow,
June of 44,
Brass Construction,
The Grass Roots,
World's Most,
Terry Callier,
The Durutti Column,
Oneida,
Carl Craig,
Graham Central Station,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scratch Acid,
The Toasters,
Dave Gahan,
These Immortal Souls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Starr,
Lyres,
The Skatalites,
Todd Rundgren,
Eden Ahbez,
Lower 48,
Chris & Cosey,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
T.S.O.L.,
Fela Kuti,
The Gun Club,
John Holt,
Goldenarms,
Nas,
The Neon Judgement,
Surgeon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Slackers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Althea and Donna,
The Knickerbockers,
Michelle Simonal,
Visage,
48th St. Collective,
Icehouse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Human League,
Charles Mingus,
Faraquet,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.