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 Congo and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alice Coltrane to the crunk 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eden Ahbez,
The Wake,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Womack,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dirtbombs,
Roger Hodgson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Spandau Ballet,
Harmonia,
B.T. Express,
Mars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Desert Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dead Boys,
Technova,
Khruangbin,
Dennis Brown,
Mary Jane Girls,
China Crisis,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Last Poets,
Minor Threat,
Skriet,
Sex Pistols,
World's Most,
Rapeman,
Saccharine Trust,
Royal Trux,
the Bar-Kays,
Hasil Adkins,
Talk Talk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barrington Levy,
Todd Terry,
Lucky Dragons,
Alton Ellis,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Clarke,
June of 44,
Sarah Menescal,
Morten Harket,
the Slits,
Drexciya,
Joe Smooth,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric Dolphy,
Andrew Hill,
Zero Boys,
Minny Pops,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Cell,
Robert Görl,
The Buckinghams,
The Fire Engines,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.