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 Croatia and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Ronan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
La Düsseldorf,
Flipper,
Crash Course in Science,
Swans,
Soul II Soul,
Slick Rick,
The Knickerbockers,
Ossler,
Amazonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Circle Jerks,
Wally Richardson,
Young Marble Giants,
Eve St. Jones,
Pantytec,
Bauhaus,
The Real Kids,
K-Klass,
CMW,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thompson Twins,
Danielle Patucci,
a-ha,
Underground Resistance,
Hoover,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Kinks,
Minor Threat,
The Monochrome Set,
The Evens,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Womack,
Severed Heads,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mark Hollis,
Gong,
Sound Behaviour,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alice Coltrane,
Nirvana,
Kayak,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Freddie Wadling,
Chris & Cosey,
Hot Snakes,
10cc,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Outsiders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Neon Judgement,
Toni Rubio,
Zero Boys,
Ultravox,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Remains,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.