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 Afghanistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 B.T. Express to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pagans,
Adolescents,
Lucky Dragons,
Fluxion,
Peter & Gordon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Gang Dance,
June Days,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June of 44,
Suicide,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Sheep,
Excepter,
The Real Kids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arcadia,
Popol Vuh,
Marine Girls,
Marmalade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Altered Images,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Moleskins,
Traffic Nightmare,
The United States of America,
Anthony Braxton,
Vladislav Delay,
Arthur Verocai,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tom Boy,
Main Source,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yazoo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The American Breed,
The Martian,
The Trojans,
Glenn Branca,
Negative Approach,
Bauhaus,
Idris Muhammad,
Marc Almond,
Youth Brigade,
Rapeman,
Moby Grape,
Maleditus Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Albert Ayler,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.