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 Mauritania and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ice-T to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Oblivians,
The Remains,
Kurtis Blow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crooked Eye,
Main Source,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
Ohio Players,
The Detroit Cobras,
Absolute Body Control,
Jacob Miller,
Morten Harket,
Gang Green,
Amon Düül,
Neil Young,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Standells,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deakin,
Cal Tjader,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Dolphy,
Fear,
Barrington Levy,
Lyres,
Donny Hathaway,
The Golliwogs,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Electric Prunes,
Ituana,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moss Icon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
MDC,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Sällskapet,
Kas Product,
Soul II Soul,
Blossom Toes,
R.M.O.,
Trumans Water,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gories,
Lalo Schifrin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonic Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
the Sonics,
Skriet,
David Bowie,
Swell Maps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pole,
Intrusion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.