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 Serbia and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Lucky Dragons,
48th St. Collective,
Nils Olav,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nico,
The Fire Engines,
Tom Boy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DJ Sneak,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mark Hollis,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Monks,
Camouflage,
Pagans,
Porter Ricks,
Hot Snakes,
Oneida,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bluetip,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dennis Brown,
Metal Thangz,
Sun City Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Skaos,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlback,
Trumans Water,
John Cale,
Ronnie Foster,
Anakelly,
Hasil Adkins,
Basic Channel,
Pere Ubu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Delta 5,
Public Image Ltd.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Starr,
Marc Almond,
Mantronix,
Black Flag,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barry Ungar,
Crime,
Black Bananas,
In Retrospect,
Aural Exciters,
The Fugs,
Bauhaus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minnie Riperton,
Sandy B,
Saccharine Trust,
EPMD,
The Buckinghams,
The Young Rascals,
Essential Logic,
The Dirtbombs,
The Durutti Column,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.