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 Honduras and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Outsiders to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
The Blackbyrds,
OOIOO,
K-Klass,
Negative Approach,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun City Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Archie Shepp,
World's Most,
Danielle Patucci,
Banda Bassotti,
Angry Samoans,
Sugar Minott,
Aural Exciters,
Mission of Burma,
Stiv Bators,
David Axelrod,
Pussy Galore,
Eden Ahbez,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Starr,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cowsills,
Yusef Lateef,
Crime,
Brothers Johnson,
Tubeway Army,
Dual Sessions,
Clear Light,
Tres Demented,
Quadrant,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ituana,
Agitation Free,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Saints,
Ice-T,
The Fortunes,
Alison Limerick,
Pere Ubu,
The Fugs,
Das Ding,
Nirvana,
Jimmy McGriff,
T. Rex,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Silicon Teens,
Urselle,
Fugazi,
Minny Pops,
Spoonie Gee,
Tears for Fears,
Sixth Finger,
Liliput,
Sonic Youth,
Erasure,
Eric Dolphy,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.