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 Portugal and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the funk 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Throbbing Gristle,
Graham Central Station,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Slave,
Tubeway Army,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Interpol,
Tom Boy,
Rosa Yemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camouflage,
John Holt,
Pussy Galore,
Ultimate Spinach,
Funkadelic,
Neil Young,
Monks,
Organ,
The Stooges,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy Collins,
Wasted Youth,
Pulsallama,
Boogie Down Productions,
Intrusion,
The Moleskins,
Saccharine Trust,
Simply Red,
Fat Boys,
The Last Poets,
Bad Manners,
Porter Ricks,
The Divine Comedy,
Gabor Szabo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soulsonic Force,
Darondo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joey Negro,
Crime,
Slick Rick,
the Slits,
Siglo XX,
The Electric Prunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Harry Pussy,
Skaos,
Electric Prunes,
Q and Not U,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Japan,
The Offenders,
James White and The Blacks,
Smog,
Hardrive,
The Happenings,
Byron Stingily,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.