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 Nigeria and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 CMW to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
10cc,
Ponytail,
Rhythm & Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Lindisfarne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kool Moe Dee,
D'Angelo,
Masters at Work,
Jandek,
Rites of Spring,
Loose Ends,
Scratch Acid,
Cybotron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yellowson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vainqueur,
Roxette,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DNA,
Frankie Knuckles,
La Düsseldorf,
Dead Boys,
Moss Icon,
Kayak,
The Slackers,
The Index,
Sällskapet,
Organ,
Sex Pistols,
Das Ding,
Morten Harket,
Crime,
Suburban Knight,
Y Pants,
David Bowie,
Chris Corsano,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The New Christs,
Minny Pops,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed,
Brand Nubian,
Erykah Badu,
The Gladiators,
Massinfluence,
Althea and Donna,
Amazonics,
Schoolly D,
Black Sheep,
The Motions,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Names,
Scrapy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alton Ellis,
Fluxion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.