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 Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bob Dylan to the jazz 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Unrelated Segments,
Lightning Bolt,
Sound Behaviour,
Wally Richardson,
The Standells,
Au Pairs,
Ossler,
Quantec,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Idris Muhammad,
Q65,
The Vogues,
The Mummies,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ohio Players,
Pierre Henry,
Chrome,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yellowson,
Isaac Hayes,
Deakin,
The Blackbyrds,
Donald Byrd,
Underground Resistance,
Nik Kershaw,
EPMD,
Dead Boys,
Funky Four + One,
UT,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ultimate Spinach,
Essential Logic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hasil Adkins,
Glenn Branca,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pylon,
Silicon Teens,
D'Angelo,
Ludus,
Swans,
Suicide,
Albert Ayler,
Joe Smooth,
Cameo,
The Misunderstood,
The Fugs,
In Retrospect,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Christie,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kenny Larkin,
Interpol,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ice-T,
Jandek,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.