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 Lesotho and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 David Bowie 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 Carl Craig to the funk 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
The Dead C,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
One Last Wish,
Section 25,
Dennis Brown,
Arab on Radar,
Faraquet,
Camouflage,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kurtis Blow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Leonard Cohen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott Heron,
Television Personalities,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fat Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Desert Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pylon,
Harry Pussy,
Letta Mbulu,
Tomorrow,
Nirvana,
The Fire Engines,
The Invisible,
David Bowie,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amazonics,
Easy Going,
Porter Ricks,
ABC,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Normal,
Zapp,
John Cale,
Electric Prunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radiohead,
The Doors,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Toni Rubio,
Scrapy,
Sun City Girls,
Dawn Penn,
The Alarm Clocks,
Piero Umiliani,
Cymande,
This Heat,
The Electric Prunes,
Silicon Teens,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.