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 Azerbaijan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Man Parrish to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
The Tremeloes,
Trumans Water,
Wings,
Make Up,
Rites of Spring,
Soft Machine,
U.S. Maple,
Radio Birdman,
Surgeon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minnie Riperton,
Saccharine Trust,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Subhumans,
Neu!,
Isaac Hayes,
Q and Not U,
Aswad,
The Motions,
Ten City,
Pylon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Unwound,
David McCallum,
Funkadelic,
Nico,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Public Image Ltd.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeff Lynne,
Rufus Thomas,
Scientists,
Sixth Finger,
The Fortunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Raincoats,
Harry Pussy,
Alton Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Technova,
Magma,
The Black Dice,
The Trojans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brass Construction,
OOIOO,
The Busters,
Theoretical Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Wyatt,
Idris Muhammad,
One Last Wish,
Boredoms,
The Gun Club,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
kango's stein massive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fire Engines,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.