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 Zambia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
The Techniques,
Ituana,
Sonny Sharrock,
U.S. Maple,
Massinfluence,
Minor Threat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Half Japanese,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New Age Steppers,
The Motions,
Smog,
cv313,
Laurel Aitken,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
T. Rex,
The Buckinghams,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Christie,
FM Einheit,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marmalade,
Pierre Henry,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Toasters,
the Bar-Kays,
Josef K,
The Seeds,
Oneida,
Steve Hackett,
Darondo,
Fatback Band,
Japan,
The Pop Group,
Andrew Hill,
Buzzcocks,
Quando Quango,
Vladislav Delay,
Television Personalities,
Surgeon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Faust,
Hot Snakes,
Bad Manners,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amazonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Max Romeo,
T.S.O.L.,
Q65,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.