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 Argentina and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Freddie Wadling to the rap 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Fad Gadget,
Fat Boys,
Loose Ends,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jacques Brel,
Janne Schatter,
Lightning Bolt,
Scott Walker,
UT,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Los Fastidios,
Goldenarms,
Young Marble Giants,
Funky Four + One,
Unrelated Segments,
Royal Trux,
Donald Byrd,
Deadbeat,
Eddi Front,
Terrestrial Tones,
L. Decosne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeff Mills,
The Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
Nation of Ulysses,
Model 500,
MC5,
OOIOO,
The Trojans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Patti Smith,
Fatback Band,
Moss Icon,
Mo-Dettes,
Judy Mowatt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lucky Dragons,
Magazine,
Byron Stingily,
Jacob Miller,
Prince Buster,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Remains,
Brick,
Sun City Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Isaac Hayes,
The Young Rascals,
Rakim,
Don Cherry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Susan Cadogan,
Rosa Yemen,
Iggy Pop,
Peter & Gordon,
Bluetip,
Marvin Gaye,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.