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 Costa Rica and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rufus Thomas to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
AZ,
Fat Boys,
The Victims,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Von Mondo,
Darondo,
Soul II Soul,
Deakin,
Tears for Fears,
Soft Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nas,
Scrapy,
Connie Case,
The Gories,
the Germs,
JFA,
Swell Maps,
Liliput,
The Sonics,
Rites of Spring,
The Velvet Underground,
Pussy Galore,
The Mojo Men,
Ossler,
The Monks,
Ronnie Foster,
Junior Murvin,
Nico,
Underground Resistance,
Motorama,
Dennis Brown,
the Normal,
Pere Ubu,
The Fire Engines,
The Gladiators,
John Cale,
Porter Ricks,
Ice-T,
Schoolly D,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Standells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Derrick Morgan,
Slick Rick,
Theoretical Girls,
Franke,
The Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Isaac Hayes,
Faraquet,
Vainqueur,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Names,
Bill Wells,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.