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 Colombia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Boredoms to the rock 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell 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?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cybotron,
The Gap Band,
Hot Snakes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Green,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mad Mike,
Sam Rivers,
Yaz,
Rosa Yemen,
A Certain Ratio,
Niagra,
Adolescents,
Basic Channel,
Gang Starr,
This Heat,
The Real Kids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Symarip,
Pere Ubu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nick Fraelich,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Görl,
Eddi Front,
Smog,
Lucky Dragons,
The Misunderstood,
Nirvana,
DJ Sneak,
E-Dancer,
Barry Ungar,
Althea and Donna,
Donny Hathaway,
Spandau Ballet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tres Demented,
Harry Pussy,
the Bar-Kays,
Parry Music,
Panda Bear,
Jesper Dahlback,
EPMD,
Nas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Howard Jones,
The Barracudas,
Tomorrow,
the Slits,
June of 44,
Nils Olav,
Cecil Taylor,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sällskapet,
Hardrive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Icehouse,
Colin Newman,
Roger Hodgson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
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.