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 Kyrgyzstan and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Eric Dolphy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
DJ Style,
Sparks,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Byrd,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Sheep,
Dawn Penn,
Howard Jones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Icehouse,
Minnie Riperton,
Monks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nico,
Frankie Knuckles,
Susan Cadogan,
Fluxion,
Sound Behaviour,
Blossom Toes,
Sixth Finger,
The Black Dice,
Model 500,
Connie Case,
Tommy Roe,
Grey Daturas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camouflage,
D'Angelo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Loose Ends,
Inner City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül II,
Minny Pops,
Al Stewart,
Yazoo,
Judy Mowatt,
Eurythmics,
The Sonics,
Visage,
Little Man,
Massinfluence,
Erykah Badu,
Desert Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dark Day,
Gang Gang Dance,
cv313,
The Kinks,
John Cale,
H. Thieme,
Section 25,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dead C,
Slave,
Ituana,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.