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 Lagos.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ralphi Rosario to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
The Velvet Underground,
Kayak,
Television Personalities,
The Misunderstood,
X-101,
the Bar-Kays,
Pantaleimon,
Youth Brigade,
The Knickerbockers,
Reuben Wilson,
Drexciya,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sam Rivers,
The Saints,
The Gun Club,
Interpol,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aaron Thompson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Skatalites,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Sheep,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dead Boys,
Icehouse,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Görl,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bootsy Collins,
Clear Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pulsallama,
Susan Cadogan,
Guru Guru,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Pop Group,
Sugar Minott,
The Neon Judgement,
Mo-Dettes,
Slave,
Buzzcocks,
Blake Baxter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
FM Einheit,
Echospace,
Bizarre Inc.,
Liliput,
Darondo,
Malaria!,
Michelle Simonal,
Letta Mbulu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Essential Logic,
Hoover,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alton Ellis,
Mr. Review,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.