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 Iran and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Ken Boothe 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
The Litter,
Roxette,
Spandau Ballet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Juan Atkins,
Dennis Brown,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Infiniti,
Yusef Lateef,
8 Eyed Spy,
Faraquet,
Television Personalities,
Lightning Bolt,
The Last Poets,
Suicide,
Quadrant,
Soul II Soul,
Colin Newman,
T.S.O.L.,
Aloha Tigers,
Todd Rundgren,
Nico,
Q and Not U,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sparks,
Camberwell Now,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fear,
Popol Vuh,
The Mojo Men,
Cybotron,
Quando Quango,
Scan 7,
Guru Guru,
Section 25,
John Foxx,
Drexciya,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mantronix,
cv313,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fuzztones,
Scion,
Wire,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ponytail,
The Residents,
X-102,
The Seeds,
Hoover,
Young Marble Giants,
Second Layer,
The Tremeloes,
DNA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Man Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ituana,
Livin' Joy,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.