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 Senegal and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Steve Hackett to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
the Swans,
The Invisible,
Stereo Dub,
Camberwell Now,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Donald Byrd,
Mandrill,
Bobby Byrd,
Hardrive,
Monks,
Black Sheep,
The Litter,
Babytalk,
Jacob Miller,
Derrick Morgan,
Kayak,
John Coltrane,
Rosa Yemen,
Half Japanese,
DNA,
Television Personalities,
The Names,
Ludus,
Junior Murvin,
Sound Behaviour,
Albert Ayler,
The Count Five,
Skarface,
Index,
Marc Almond,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
June Days,
Black Pus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Move,
The Moody Blues,
The Walker Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
World's Most,
Icehouse,
Inner City,
Black Flag,
Dorothy Ashby,
James White and The Blacks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fugazi,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lungfish,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alton Ellis,
Urselle,
Oneida,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Görl,
Bush Tetras,
Tubeway Army,
FM Einheit,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.