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 Swaziland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Letta Mbulu to the grime 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
The Fall,
Charles Mingus,
R.M.O.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camouflage,
Inner City,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dawn Penn,
Flamin' Groovies,
Little Man,
Crispian St. Peters,
Newcleus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare,
T. Rex,
Girls At Our Best!,
Man Eating Sloth,
Symarip,
Neil Young,
Mad Mike,
The Golliwogs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
T.S.O.L.,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Sherman,
E-Dancer,
Boredoms,
Spoonie Gee,
Vainqueur,
Ronnie Foster,
Jacob Miller,
Jawbox,
Lalann,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Wyatt,
The Neon Judgement,
Pet Shop Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thompson Twins,
Cheater Slicks,
Television Personalities,
The Slits,
China Crisis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter & Gordon,
Arcadia,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
One Last Wish,
Bang On A Can,
Roxy Music,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nico,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.