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 Mongolia and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Young Marble Giants to the dance 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Hoover,
Rapeman,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mojo Men,
Lindisfarne,
Flash Fearless,
The Doors,
Sun Ra,
Eddi Front,
Pierre Henry,
Barrington Levy,
Quadrant,
Wolf Eyes,
Fluxion,
New York Dolls,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cramps,
Bobby Byrd,
Underground Resistance,
the Normal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cluster,
Pantaleimon,
Nirvana,
The Wake,
Avey Tare,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pylon,
The Tremeloes,
Grauzone,
10cc,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fugazi,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camberwell Now,
Max Romeo,
Agitation Free,
Popol Vuh,
Big Daddy Kane,
Das Ding,
Scion,
Cybotron,
Anakelly,
Jacob Miller,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vainqueur,
Bluetip,
Masters at Work,
Maurizio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Heaven 17,
Isaac Hayes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Moleskins,
Rakim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Marmalade,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.