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 Ukraine and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
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 clarinet 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 Eli Mardock to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Quadrant,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
a-ha,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Man Eating Sloth,
T.S.O.L.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delta 5,
China Crisis,
The Busters,
Alton Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
Glenn Branca,
Michelle Simonal,
Roger Hodgson,
Liliput,
The Durutti Column,
Kerrie Biddell,
One Last Wish,
Susan Cadogan,
Matthew Halsall,
Joyce Sims,
Piero Umiliani,
The Angels of Light,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Sherman,
Laurel Aitken,
Yaz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Procol Harum,
Pere Ubu,
Parry Music,
Neil Young,
Electric Prunes,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker,
Organ,
Jesper Dahlback,
Anthony Braxton,
The Offenders,
Neu!,
DJ Style,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sugar Minott,
Wasted Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Surgeon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oneida,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sixth Finger,
The Sound,
UT,
The Gap Band,
The Fall,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Normal,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.