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 Argentina and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Ajijia Myrayebe 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Anakelly,
UT,
Maurizio,
Minor Threat,
The New Christs,
The Blackbyrds,
Funky Four + One,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Interpol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Darondo,
Judy Mowatt,
Country Teasers,
John Lydon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skarface,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Godley & Creme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amazonics,
Andrew Hill,
Swell Maps,
Jeff Lynne,
Qualms,
Accadde A,
EPMD,
Ohio Players,
Television Personalities,
Roxette,
Barbara Tucker,
Tres Demented,
John Cale,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
In Retrospect,
The Velvet Underground,
DJ Sneak,
Cameo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Count Five,
Slave,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rekid,
Scrapy,
Symarip,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ronnie Foster,
Q65,
Mantronix,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Icehouse,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sandy B,
The Litter,
Black Flag,
Clear Light,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick Morgan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.