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 Lithuania and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Andrew Hill to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Saccharine Trust,
The Techniques,
The Happenings,
Kas Product,
Little Man,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barrington Levy,
Make Up,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fuzztones,
The Move,
The Kinks,
B.T. Express,
Joensuu 1685,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Lydon,
The Zeros,
The Trojans,
Nico,
Franke,
Donny Hathaway,
Mad Mike,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Martian,
Amon Düül II,
The Doobie Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Cybotron,
Parry Music,
the Human League,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Marmalade,
Kayak,
John Cale,
Agitation Free,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Laurel Aitken,
ABC,
D'Angelo,
Bob Dylan,
Surgeon,
Essential Logic,
Skarface,
Zapp,
Metal Thangz,
Fatback Band,
Jeff Lynne,
June Days,
Loose Ends,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Half Japanese,
Dual Sessions,
Pole,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.