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 Palau and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minutemen to the dance 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cowsills,
The Gun Club,
Bill Wells,
Dual Sessions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yusef Lateef,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bizarre Inc.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
OOIOO,
Liliput,
Khruangbin,
Y Pants,
Stockholm Monsters,
New Age Steppers,
Archie Shepp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Sandy B,
cv313,
Skriet,
Tubeway Army,
The Fuzztones,
Max Romeo,
Andrew Hill,
The Buckinghams,
June of 44,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Shuggie Otis,
Todd Rundgren,
Rufus Thomas,
Interpol,
Das Ding,
Juan Atkins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Heaven 17,
Colin Newman,
Aural Exciters,
The Wake,
The Fugs,
The Gladiators,
Hoover,
Marvin Gaye,
Pierre Henry,
Funkadelic,
Albert Ayler,
Index,
Janne Schatter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.