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 Botswana and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fort Wilson Riot 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Joey Negro,
Motorama,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dawn Penn,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Monks,
Arab on Radar,
Barry Ungar,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Black Dice,
The Skatalites,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Graham Central Station,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Throbbing Gristle,
T.S.O.L.,
Ronan,
David Bowie,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lucky Dragons,
Television,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deadbeat,
Nils Olav,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Main Source,
the Sonics,
The Slits,
Amon Düül,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eddi Front,
Funky Four + One,
Fear,
Index,
Black Sheep,
Mars,
Nick Fraelich,
Echospace,
The Busters,
Half Japanese,
Slick Rick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barrington Levy,
The Happenings,
The Walker Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Hashim,
Japan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sam Rivers,
Mission of Burma,
Laurel Aitken,
the Slits,
Moss Icon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Judy Mowatt,
Sound Behaviour,
Kerri Chandler,
Cecil Taylor,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.