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 Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 The Pretty Things to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Urselle,
OOIOO,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric Copeland,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Loose Ends,
Johnny Clarke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nirvana,
Monks,
Deakin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fire Engines,
Patti Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare,
Iggy Pop,
Maurizio,
Junior Murvin,
Pussy Galore,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang of Four,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lightning Bolt,
EPMD,
Stiv Bators,
Lakeside,
Stetsasonic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dorothy Ashby,
MDC,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Age Steppers,
The Searchers,
Blake Baxter,
Amon Düül II,
Negative Approach,
The Five Americans,
The Beau Brummels,
Sixth Finger,
The Happenings,
Lou Christie,
LL Cool J,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Kinks,
The Busters,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Yazoo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jandek,
Sarah Menescal,
Guru Guru,
Q and Not U,
Prince Buster,
Arcadia,
Mr. Review,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.