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 St Lucia and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment 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?
Agent Orange,
Jacques Brel,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Victims,
Amon Düül II,
Zero Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Boogie Down Productions,
Suicide,
Banda Bassotti,
The Smiths,
Tears for Fears,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cymande,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crime,
Ice-T,
The Angels of Light,
The Knickerbockers,
Susan Cadogan,
ABC,
Popol Vuh,
Royal Trux,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fall,
The Selecter,
Hot Snakes,
Vainqueur,
Urselle,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aswad,
The Walker Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Livin' Joy,
Terry Callier,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kurtis Blow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Symarip,
Rufus Thomas,
Fela Kuti,
Yellowson,
June of 44,
Donald Byrd,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Flesh Eaters,
48th St. Collective,
La Düsseldorf,
Don Cherry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
T.S.O.L.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
OOIOO,
Kayak,
The Mummies,
A Certain Ratio,
Hoover,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.