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 Gabon and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Yusef Lateef to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade 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 disco 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
The Saints,
Kerri Chandler,
Rapeman,
Sixth Finger,
Bill Near,
Sight & Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
The Knickerbockers,
the Sonics,
The Star Department,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Wake,
Johnny Clarke,
Urselle,
Todd Terry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Invisible,
Subhumans,
Symarip,
Lower 48,
Arab on Radar,
The Kinks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Heaven 17,
Delon & Dalcan,
The J.B.'s,
Black Sheep,
The Fire Engines,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Normal,
DJ Sneak,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Lou Christie,
Bad Manners,
Sunsets and Hearts,
World's Most,
Crash Course in Science,
A Certain Ratio,
The Smoke,
Nas,
The Blackbyrds,
The Zeros,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dual Sessions,
Fear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grey Daturas,
Loose Ends,
Alton Ellis,
The Fortunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeff Lynne,
cv313,
Unrelated Segments,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Absolute Body Control,
E-Dancer,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.