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 Bahrain and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Shadows of Knight to the funk 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Supertramp,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed,
Rhythm & Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Stooges,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oblivians,
B.T. Express,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Knickerbockers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cure,
Fela Kuti,
The Moody Blues,
Little Man,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lalann,
UT,
JFA,
The Smoke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang of Four,
Moss Icon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Agitation Free,
Idris Muhammad,
Dennis Brown,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Starr,
Popol Vuh,
Alton Ellis,
The New Christs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Drexciya,
Livin' Joy,
Suicide,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Red Krayola,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sandy B,
Khruangbin,
Black Flag,
Icehouse,
Sun City Girls,
The Dead C,
Quando Quango,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stereo Dub,
Black Pus,
The Searchers,
The Slackers,
Sister Nancy,
Scott Walker,
Accadde A,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kurtis Blow,
Babytalk,
Niagra,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.