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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Junior Murvin to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faust,
Soft Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
Stiv Bators,
AZ,
Radio Birdman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
The Trojans,
The Sonics,
Bad Manners,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dirtbombs,
The Velvet Underground,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ronan,
Sixth Finger,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smoke,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aswad,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed,
Marine Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Lucky Dragons,
Mars,
Cameo,
Japan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fuzztones,
The Searchers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Althea and Donna,
Shoche,
Ornette Coleman,
Average White Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minutemen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kas Product,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-101,
The Electric Prunes,
Newcleus,
Liliput,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Connie Case,
X-102,
Fela Kuti,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantytec,
Archie Shepp,
Roxy Music,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wally Richardson,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.