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 Qatar and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Silicon Teens to the crunk 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Sherman,
The Young Rascals,
The Leaves,
Alice Coltrane,
Wings,
Oneida,
Brick,
Danielle Patucci,
Bauhaus,
Black Pus,
Aswad,
Television Personalities,
Desert Stars,
Eli Mardock,
The Litter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Urselle,
Barrington Levy,
Schoolly D,
Guru Guru,
Howard Jones,
Visage,
Sun City Girls,
Marmalade,
The United States of America,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Idris Muhammad,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kerri Chandler,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
DJ Sneak,
Hardrive,
X-102,
Rites of Spring,
X-101,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Black Dice,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hot Snakes,
Newcleus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Infiniti,
the Normal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kurtis Blow,
Rekid,
Rufus Thomas,
This Heat,
The American Breed,
The Modern Lovers,
Roger Hodgson,
Lalann,
Graham Central Station,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Womack,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.