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 Madagascar and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sonics to the crunk 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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Peter and Kerry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cure,
Tres Demented,
Rapeman,
Reagan Youth,
MC5,
E-Dancer,
Joyce Sims,
Jawbox,
Angry Samoans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barbara Tucker,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cramps,
Eve St. Jones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
June Days,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blossom Toes,
Brand Nubian,
Sound Behaviour,
Young Marble Giants,
Pantytec,
Nico,
The Fall,
John Foxx,
Bang On A Can,
Amazonics,
Minnie Riperton,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Selecter,
The Toasters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Negative Approach,
Grandmaster Flash,
Drexciya,
The Count Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Blackbyrds,
KRS-One,
Urselle,
Lungfish,
Desert Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Theoretical Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Anakelly,
Brick,
Khruangbin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barrington Levy,
cv313,
Don Cherry,
Sparks,
Essential Logic,
Rekid,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.