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 Sierra Leone and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Jimmy McGriff to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Yellowson,
Scientists,
The Gun Club,
The Five Americans,
June Days,
Crash Course in Science,
Guru Guru,
kango's stein massive,
JFA,
The Cramps,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Womack,
Drexciya,
The Blues Magoos,
Radio Birdman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Q65,
Aswad,
Al Stewart,
Tom Boy,
the Association,
Lucky Dragons,
Absolute Body Control,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lindisfarne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stiv Bators,
Big Daddy Kane,
Graham Central Station,
Magma,
Wally Richardson,
The Fugs,
Sandy B,
Skriet,
Isaac Hayes,
EPMD,
Nik Kershaw,
T. Rex,
Gang of Four,
The Gap Band,
Wings,
Todd Terry,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jandek,
The Leaves,
Tears for Fears,
Deadbeat,
Parry Music,
Susan Cadogan,
The Kinks,
Hot Snakes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grey Daturas,
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You don't know what you really want.
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