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 Nepal and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Von Mondo to the rap 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
the Association,
The Fuzztones,
Gastr Del Sol,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed,
Piero Umiliani,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Metal Thangz,
Roger Hodgson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lungfish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pole,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fire Engines,
Don Cherry,
The Moleskins,
Minor Threat,
Black Moon,
Neu!,
Soul II Soul,
Lower 48,
Idris Muhammad,
Blossom Toes,
Arab on Radar,
Quadrant,
Ituana,
Howard Jones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Angry Samoans,
The Modern Lovers,
Boredoms,
Wasted Youth,
Monolake,
Leonard Cohen,
The Searchers,
The Kinks,
Severed Heads,
Robert Hood,
Wire,
Niagra,
Donald Byrd,
Icehouse,
Ultravox,
Kenny Larkin,
Newcleus,
Babytalk,
Gichy Dan,
The Human League,
Outsiders,
Fugazi,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marmalade,
Tom Boy,
Fear,
Eric B and Rakim,
Charles Mingus,
Rufus Thomas,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mummies,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.