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 Singapore and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
cv313,
Second Layer,
Wally Richardson,
Animal Collective,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed,
Arab on Radar,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sam Rivers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Byrd,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mars,
Suburban Knight,
48th St. Collective,
Eden Ahbez,
Theoretical Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Simply Red,
the Association,
Parry Music,
The Remains,
Ten City,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Infiniti,
Lindisfarne,
Mantronix,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Althea and Donna,
Gastr Del Sol,
The New Christs,
Sun Ra,
Fluxion,
Yusef Lateef,
Sällskapet,
The Count Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Divine Comedy,
Guru Guru,
Smog,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sparks,
The Victims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Metal Thangz,
Marc Almond,
B.T. Express,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Coltrane,
Porter Ricks,
Kerri Chandler,
Gabor Szabo,
Pylon,
Duran Duran,
the Swans,
Yazoo,
Symarip,
Darondo,
Bootsy Collins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.