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 Morocco and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 The Gap Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Delta 5,
Barry Ungar,
Public Enemy,
Technova,
Albert Ayler,
Franke,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare,
Ohio Players,
Althea and Donna,
L. Decosne,
Minny Pops,
Groovy Waters,
Pantytec,
Fluxion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thompson Twins,
The Star Department,
Clear Light,
The Doors,
Country Teasers,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Offenders,
Kenny Larkin,
Pharoah Sanders,
PIL,
The Blues Magoos,
Heaven 17,
The Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stockholm Monsters,
ABBA,
Grandmaster Flash,
Absolute Body Control,
H. Thieme,
Tres Demented,
Interpol,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Michelle Simonal,
The Knickerbockers,
Rapeman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Coltrane,
Amon Düül,
Juan Atkins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Piero Umiliani,
Soft Machine,
Talk Talk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rosa Yemen,
Bill Wells,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Reagan Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Leaves,
The American Breed,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.