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 Thailand and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gil Scott Heron to the disco 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
The Real Kids,
The Slackers,
Brothers Johnson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Holt,
Goldenarms,
Spoonie Gee,
Underground Resistance,
MDC,
Bluetip,
Bill Wells,
Inner City,
Isaac Hayes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Saints,
Cymande,
Bill Near,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mojo Men,
Pierre Henry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radiohead,
Country Teasers,
48th St. Collective,
Average White Band,
Thompson Twins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rakim,
Rites of Spring,
Simply Red,
Jeff Lynne,
Scion,
Robert Görl,
Iggy Pop,
Young Marble Giants,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric B and Rakim,
Smog,
Franke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Mills,
Sonic Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Motorama,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joensuu 1685,
Blancmange,
Camberwell Now,
the Swans,
John Lydon,
Jawbox,
a-ha,
Echospace,
Ultravox,
The Fall,
Au Pairs,
Intrusion,
Slave,
The Durutti Column,
The Stooges,
Nico,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.