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 Armenia and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Agent Orange to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
The Invisible,
Absolute Body Control,
Prince Buster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quadrant,
Dark Day,
Minny Pops,
Shuggie Otis,
the Association,
The Detroit Cobras,
Graham Central Station,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New Age Steppers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The United States of America,
Arcadia,
Cecil Taylor,
Swell Maps,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dave Gahan,
T. Rex,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stetsasonic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fatback Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grey Daturas,
Terry Callier,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joe Smooth,
Babytalk,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Hutcherson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Bananas,
Von Mondo,
Saccharine Trust,
The Associates,
Youth Brigade,
The Litter,
Flipper,
Stereo Dub,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Victims,
The Trojans,
The Zeros,
Make Up,
Wire,
Eddi Front,
The New Christs,
Audionom,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bob Dylan,
Joe Finger,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.