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 Italy and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Michael McDonald 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 China Crisis to the punk 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Drive Like Jehu,
Warsaw,
The Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
cv313,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roxy Music,
Laurel Aitken,
Ten City,
Porter Ricks,
Andrew Hill,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Toni Rubio,
Model 500,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ice-T,
Patti Smith,
Delta 5,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sam Rivers,
Zero Boys,
Max Romeo,
Ituana,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Index,
The Seeds,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Litter,
Pantytec,
Von Mondo,
Robert Wyatt,
Flipper,
the Human League,
Scratch Acid,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joey Negro,
The Busters,
Adolescents,
FM Einheit,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Byron Stingily,
Drexciya,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lightning Bolt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Grass Roots,
Mandrill,
Jeff Mills,
Anthony Braxton,
Niagra,
Camouflage,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Davy DMX,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fluxion,
The Vogues,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wire,
Kenny Larkin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.