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 Malawi and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Donald Byrd to the grime 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Donny Hathaway,
Erykah Badu,
Kaleidoscope,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cure,
Make Up,
Fela Kuti,
This Heat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Sex Pistols,
Soft Machine,
Infiniti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soul II Soul,
The Velvet Underground,
R.M.O.,
Michelle Simonal,
Yaz,
Quadrant,
the Sonics,
The Invisible,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang of Four,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Easy Going,
Dave Gahan,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mummies,
the Fania All-Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Erasure,
Darondo,
Sarah Menescal,
Lightning Bolt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
In Retrospect,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül II,
Ituana,
John Coltrane,
Cybotron,
The Seeds,
Alton Ellis,
Jandek,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Echospace,
The Walker Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Max Romeo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Skatalites,
Charles Mingus,
John Lydon,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.