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 Slovenia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Gladiators to the disco 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
The Gories,
JFA,
Fatback Band,
Boredoms,
48th St. Collective,
Rod Modell,
DNA,
Ossler,
Black Sheep,
CMW,
Saccharine Trust,
Con Funk Shun,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ituana,
Cluster,
The Wake,
Henry Cow,
Gabor Szabo,
Schoolly D,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pantaleimon,
Derrick May,
Archie Shepp,
Eurythmics,
Agitation Free,
10cc,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lindisfarne,
Black Moon,
Gang of Four,
Spoonie Gee,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Soft Cell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Basic Channel,
Motorama,
The Mummies,
Cameo,
Isaac Hayes,
Porter Ricks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Carl Craig,
Los Fastidios,
Eve St. Jones,
Rufus Thomas,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Shuggie Otis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brand Nubian,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marmalade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terry Callier,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.