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 Dominican Republic and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 the Slits to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minny Pops,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wings,
Don Cherry,
China Crisis,
The Knickerbockers,
the Human League,
Lightning Bolt,
Mantronix,
Mission of Burma,
Unwound,
Scion,
Mars,
Darondo,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Starr,
Sex Pistols,
Boredoms,
Ronnie Foster,
Eve St. Jones,
Maleditus Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Erykah Badu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Beau Brummels,
Kerri Chandler,
Gong,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Big Daddy Kane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oneida,
Jeff Mills,
ABC,
Pulsallama,
Grauzone,
Sarah Menescal,
Drexciya,
The Doobie Brothers,
Connie Case,
Fad Gadget,
K-Klass,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Banda Bassotti,
the Association,
The Dirtbombs,
Aswad,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David Axelrod,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Hood,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.