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 Gambia and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Barry Ungar to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Gang Gang Dance,
Television,
The Cure,
Anakelly,
Brick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Reuben Wilson,
Los Fastidios,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mandrill,
Fatback Band,
Pulsallama,
Joyce Sims,
Quando Quango,
Wire,
Simply Red,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dark Day,
Ralphi Rosario,
June Days,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cameo,
Monolake,
Dawn Penn,
Ice-T,
The Wake,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ludus,
Pantaleimon,
Suburban Knight,
Marcia Griffiths,
Public Enemy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Royal Trux,
Easy Going,
Black Flag,
Eurythmics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Television Personalities,
Graham Central Station,
Fat Boys,
Mr. Review,
Don Cherry,
Kenny Larkin,
The Divine Comedy,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Hood,
Wasted Youth,
Agent Orange,
Connie Case,
Aswad,
Brand Nubian,
E-Dancer,
Roy Ayers,
Clear Light,
Sarah Menescal,
Panda Bear,
Crime,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.