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 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Lou Reed 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the jazz 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Chrome,
Rakim,
Main Source,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sonics,
Crash Course in Science,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Smiths,
New Order,
Metal Thangz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yaz,
John Coltrane,
Alison Limerick,
Monks,
Arab on Radar,
Khruangbin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pierre Henry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Offenders,
Section 25,
Roy Ayers,
Agent Orange,
Moss Icon,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cameo,
Lou Christie,
Alton Ellis,
Dead Boys,
Joy Division,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crime,
Wally Richardson,
Ponytail,
Pylon,
Easy Going,
The Victims,
Lightning Bolt,
the Slits,
The Fuzztones,
Nik Kershaw,
PIL,
Laurel Aitken,
Junior Murvin,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gap Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lindisfarne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soulsonic Force,
The Pop Group,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.