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 Benin and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 MDC to the funk 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Khruangbin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Underground Resistance,
Eden Ahbez,
Kas Product,
The Cowsills,
Barry Ungar,
Mr. Review,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Slits,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Gang Dance,
Al Stewart,
The Mighty Diamonds,
B.T. Express,
Eurythmics,
David Bowie,
Delta 5,
The Mummies,
Josef K,
Maurizio,
Davy DMX,
Ronnie Foster,
Dual Sessions,
The Searchers,
Warsaw,
Alice Coltrane,
Duran Duran,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Reuben Wilson,
New York Dolls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vainqueur,
The Blackbyrds,
Isaac Hayes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soft Machine,
Jacques Brel,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mojo Men,
Section 25,
Procol Harum,
Supertramp,
Motorama,
The Index,
Accadde A,
Jimmy McGriff,
Johnny Clarke,
CMW,
Black Sheep,
The Grass Roots,
Mandrill,
Yazoo,
Tropical Tobacco,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The J.B.'s,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.