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 Poland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Sonics to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Q65,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Half Japanese,
Althea and Donna,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun City Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Yazoo,
Sparks,
EPMD,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Move,
Donald Byrd,
The Moleskins,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Wake,
Hashim,
H. Thieme,
Wire,
Delta 5,
Erasure,
Maleditus Sound,
10cc,
Davy DMX,
the Normal,
Chris & Cosey,
Unrelated Segments,
Nik Kershaw,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minny Pops,
Eric Copeland,
Stetsasonic,
Sarah Menescal,
Barrington Levy,
Tears for Fears,
Minor Threat,
The Skatalites,
Television Personalities,
Mars,
Kurtis Blow,
Iggy Pop,
kango's stein massive,
the Sonics,
DNA,
Faust,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Whodini,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Banda Bassotti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Man Parrish,
E-Dancer,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deakin,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.