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 Vanuatu and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Reagan Youth to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Mark Hollis,
The Martian,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Franke,
Brick,
Nik Kershaw,
Basic Channel,
Byron Stingily,
Kurtis Blow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Derrick Morgan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Drexciya,
Joyce Sims,
Joe Finger,
Scratch Acid,
Loose Ends,
Marine Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Coltrane,
The Sonics,
D'Angelo,
Arthur Verocai,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Searchers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Q65,
Lindisfarne,
James White and The Blacks,
Henry Cow,
The Seeds,
The Index,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
B.T. Express,
Crash Course in Science,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
A Certain Ratio,
Stiv Bators,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bad Manners,
John Lydon,
a-ha,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Standells,
Sister Nancy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crooked Eye,
Rod Modell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ohio Players,
Jerry's Kids,
E-Dancer,
Soulsonic Force,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minny Pops,
Anthony Braxton,
Saccharine Trust,
Terry Callier,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.