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 South Africa and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
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 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 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 Lindisfarne to the dance 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
The Skatalites,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Velvet Underground,
Barrington Levy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Country Teasers,
Shoche,
Alice Coltrane,
Darondo,
David McCallum,
E-Dancer,
Surgeon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Qualms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yellowson,
Can,
Reagan Youth,
The New Christs,
Sun Ra,
Dennis Brown,
Minny Pops,
Negative Approach,
Stetsasonic,
Altered Images,
Scientists,
the Association,
Cecil Taylor,
AZ,
The Last Poets,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Monolake,
Bad Manners,
Danielle Patucci,
Aaron Thompson,
Stereo Dub,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Pop Group,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Agitation Free,
Fluxion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Talk Talk,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Womack,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Remains,
Sight & Sound,
Slave,
Yusef Lateef,
K-Klass,
Bobby Byrd,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Tim Buckley,
Buzzcocks,
Los Fastidios,
a-ha,
Robert Görl,
Neu!,
Jerry's Kids,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.