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 China and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Donald Fagen 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 rap 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crash Course in Science,
The Saints,
Half Japanese,
Mission of Burma,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Derrick Morgan,
Cymande,
John Holt,
Slick Rick,
Harry Pussy,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dead C,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mojo Men,
X-102,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeff Mills,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dual Sessions,
Wally Richardson,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dennis Brown,
The Cure,
Ken Boothe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Franke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eddi Front,
Radio Birdman,
Roy Ayers,
Vainqueur,
The Angels of Light,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Order,
Lou Reed,
The Detroit Cobras,
The New Christs,
Joyce Sims,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Animal Collective,
The Gap Band,
Lungfish,
EPMD,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minor Threat,
Kas Product,
These Immortal Souls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Connie Case,
Boz Scaggs,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Hood,
The Monks,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.