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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Negative Approach to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Green,
Maleditus Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter and Kerry,
Fela Kuti,
Trumans Water,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crooked Eye,
Drexciya,
Banda Bassotti,
A Certain Ratio,
Parry Music,
Visage,
Ludus,
Shoche,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Al Stewart,
Motorama,
Groovy Waters,
Outsiders,
Los Fastidios,
Quando Quango,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vainqueur,
Bush Tetras,
Toni Rubio,
Rotary Connection,
the Soft Cell,
The Victims,
Niagra,
Fugazi,
The Velvet Underground,
Cheater Slicks,
Blake Baxter,
Guru Guru,
Slick Rick,
Max Romeo,
Sandy B,
Ultravox,
Eddi Front,
Peter & Gordon,
Charles Mingus,
The Saints,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cal Tjader,
Matthew Bourne,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Pus,
Nils Olav,
Hasil Adkins,
Blossom Toes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Monochrome Set,
Spandau Ballet,
48th St. Collective,
Harmonia,
Monolake,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fat Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.