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 Barbados and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 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 The Skatalites to the electroclash 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Byrd,
Skriet,
Aswad,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultravox,
The Move,
Rotary Connection,
Cluster,
La Düsseldorf,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jacques Brel,
Wire,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric Copeland,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moby Grape,
John Coltrane,
Camberwell Now,
Y Pants,
Silicon Teens,
Fear,
Television,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun City Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Terry Callier,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cramps,
Junior Murvin,
Moss Icon,
David Bowie,
L. Decosne,
AZ,
Eve St. Jones,
The Skatalites,
Ken Boothe,
Deepchord,
Marine Girls,
Magazine,
Black Flag,
James Chance & The Contortions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
June of 44,
Nirvana,
Barrington Levy,
The Stooges,
Monolake,
Wings,
Little Man,
Tres Demented,
Talk Talk,
Scrapy,
Roger Hodgson,
Anthony Braxton,
The Searchers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Inner City,
Althea and Donna,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.