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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bootsy Collins to the electroclash 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Byron Stingily,
Lebanon Hanover,
Duran Duran,
kango's stein massive,
T. Rex,
Con Funk Shun,
Harmonia,
Black Flag,
Wolf Eyes,
Brand Nubian,
Lee Hazlewood,
Shuggie Otis,
The Tremeloes,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Happenings,
Darondo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Velvet Underground,
Mission of Burma,
MDC,
Popol Vuh,
Wire,
The Red Krayola,
Marc Almond,
the Fania All-Stars,
Malaria!,
Lalann,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ornette Coleman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Icehouse,
Robert Görl,
Second Layer,
Dawn Penn,
The American Breed,
The Mojo Men,
Graham Central Station,
Interpol,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skarface,
F. McDonald,
Blancmange,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scion,
The Monks,
ABBA,
David McCallum,
KRS-One,
Ice-T,
Eric Dolphy,
Tom Boy,
The Evens,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boz Scaggs,
Schoolly D,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cowsills,
Youth Brigade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.