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 Paraguay and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Warsaw to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Amon Düül II,
Absolute Body Control,
Tom Boy,
Thompson Twins,
Television,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nico,
Severed Heads,
Interpol,
Lyres,
Loose Ends,
Steve Hackett,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minny Pops,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sonics,
Lungfish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Basic Channel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gong,
Model 500,
T. Rex,
Danielle Patucci,
Scott Walker,
Joey Negro,
Sun City Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Fear,
Fugazi,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
LL Cool J,
Ten City,
Silicon Teens,
Ultravox,
Yaz,
Von Mondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brick,
CMW,
Jacques Brel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marmalade,
Zero Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
The Grass Roots,
The Star Department,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kerri Chandler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gap Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Patti Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft.
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.