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 Argentina and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bootsy Collins to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Crash Course in Science,
Animal Collective,
OOIOO,
Isaac Hayes,
The Names,
Funkadelic,
Monolake,
The Leaves,
Dual Sessions,
Yazoo,
Erykah Badu,
Simply Red,
David McCallum,
Pet Shop Boys,
Inner City,
Toni Rubio,
The Mummies,
The Smiths,
Banda Bassotti,
Wings,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skarface,
The Walker Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kevin Saunderson,
10cc,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soulsonic Force,
Don Cherry,
Roger Hodgson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DJ Sneak,
Mantronix,
The Beau Brummels,
The Last Poets,
Underground Resistance,
the Slits,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Hood,
the Sonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Liliput,
The Blues Magoos,
Schoolly D,
Radio Birdman,
Japan,
The Martian,
The Offenders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brand Nubian,
Tubeway Army,
Television,
Sound Behaviour,
Mr. Review,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.