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 Burundi and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Los Fastidios to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ten City,
Cymande,
Q and Not U,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cal Tjader,
Fad Gadget,
Thee Headcoats,
The Pretty Things,
Idris Muhammad,
the Swans,
Outsiders,
Minor Threat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Essential Logic,
T. Rex,
Faraquet,
Brass Construction,
The Vogues,
Rod Modell,
Sugar Minott,
The Barracudas,
Parry Music,
The Zeros,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Spoonie Gee,
The Victims,
Yazoo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Massinfluence,
Laurel Aitken,
Roxette,
Rotary Connection,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gabor Szabo,
Iggy Pop,
Max Romeo,
Black Pus,
David Axelrod,
Stetsasonic,
Absolute Body Control,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tubeway Army,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arab on Radar,
Hasil Adkins,
Mark Hollis,
Nik Kershaw,
Camberwell Now,
D'Angelo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Zapp,
Isaac Hayes,
Maleditus Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Youth Brigade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Shoche,
Stiv Bators,
U.S. Maple,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.