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 Ireland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Donald Byrd to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moody Blues,
R.M.O.,
ABC,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kerrie Biddell,
Unrelated Segments,
Wolf Eyes,
Spoonie Gee,
Eli Mardock,
Steve Hackett,
F. McDonald,
Carl Craig,
Bootsy Collins,
Mr. Review,
Dead Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Metal Thangz,
Black Moon,
Vainqueur,
Boogie Down Productions,
Zero Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Man Parrish,
Joe Finger,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harmonia,
Yazoo,
Flash Fearless,
The Dirtbombs,
Quando Quango,
The Black Dice,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nas,
Fluxion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Half Japanese,
The Knickerbockers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fugazi,
The Velvet Underground,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Kerri Chandler,
Sex Pistols,
Byron Stingily,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Average White Band,
Stereo Dub,
The Stooges,
Traffic Nightmare,
Young Marble Giants,
Cluster,
Siglo XX,
ABBA,
Lou Christie,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.