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 Greece and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Angels of Light to the grunge 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Angry Samoans,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Rundgren,
Shoche,
The Durutti Column,
Echospace,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Lydon,
Neil Young,
Bootsy Collins,
Zapp,
Blancmange,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mandrill,
Fugazi,
Connie Case,
The Names,
Skarface,
Jimmy McGriff,
Byron Stingily,
Excepter,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultimate Spinach,
Desert Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Fluxion,
James White and The Blacks,
China Crisis,
Young Marble Giants,
Judy Mowatt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Remains,
Prince Buster,
L. Decosne,
Inner City,
Minor Threat,
The Fortunes,
Steve Hackett,
Drexciya,
The Gun Club,
Tomorrow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Khruangbin,
Davy DMX,
The Zeros,
Scratch Acid,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Michelle Simonal,
Motorama,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rapeman,
Von Mondo,
Kenny Larkin,
EPMD,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scientists,
Johnny Osbourne,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.