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 Morocco and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Arab on Radar to the grime 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
China Crisis,
Sparks,
Ornette Coleman,
Sister Nancy,
T.S.O.L.,
Boredoms,
the Swans,
Roy Ayers,
Sugar Minott,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Prince Buster,
Matthew Halsall,
Danielle Patucci,
Boz Scaggs,
Idris Muhammad,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vainqueur,
Dual Sessions,
Janne Schatter,
Archie Shepp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David Bowie,
Sound Behaviour,
The Victims,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tom Boy,
the Association,
A Certain Ratio,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Fraelich,
Arcadia,
Oblivians,
The Monochrome Set,
the Slits,
Black Sheep,
Goldenarms,
Porter Ricks,
The United States of America,
The Offenders,
Sonny Sharrock,
MDC,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
The Barracudas,
Scientists,
Bootsy Collins,
Nico,
The Blues Magoos,
Cymande,
Fela Kuti,
MC5,
Deadbeat,
Wasted Youth,
Aswad,
Ken Boothe,
Deakin,
Bill Near,
Skaos,
Yusef Lateef,
K-Klass,
Sam Rivers,
Terry Callier,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.