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 Uzbekistan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Kayak to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Doors,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Knickerbockers,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Hood,
Visage,
Talk Talk,
Wolf Eyes,
The Victims,
The Young Rascals,
The Star Department,
Idris Muhammad,
Matthew Bourne,
U.S. Maple,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roxy Music,
The Shadows of Knight,
Danielle Patucci,
The Golliwogs,
Ken Boothe,
Newcleus,
Sight & Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Joensuu 1685,
The Blackbyrds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aural Exciters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Donny Hathaway,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Slits,
Kas Product,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wasted Youth,
Bauhaus,
Robert Wyatt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moebius,
a-ha,
Masters at Work,
Lower 48,
Duran Duran,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ice-T,
PIL,
Curtis Mayfield,
CMW,
E-Dancer,
K-Klass,
Sonic Youth,
Oblivians,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brand Nubian,
The Associates,
Minny Pops,
Grandmaster Flash,
Silicon Teens,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Starr,
Pole,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.