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 Mauritius and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Eden Ahbez,
Sugar Minott,
Japan,
Joe Smooth,
Marshall Jefferson,
T. Rex,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sound Behaviour,
Interpol,
The Young Rascals,
Harmonia,
Dark Day,
Boredoms,
Infiniti,
Yusef Lateef,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hot Snakes,
The Count Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lindisfarne,
Television Personalities,
LL Cool J,
Boz Scaggs,
Arab on Radar,
The Neon Judgement,
The Saints,
DJ Style,
Ultra Naté,
T.S.O.L.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bush Tetras,
Juan Atkins,
The Barracudas,
Toni Rubio,
Aaron Thompson,
Max Romeo,
The Fire Engines,
Porter Ricks,
Radiohead,
Whodini,
Alice Coltrane,
The Happenings,
EPMD,
Delta 5,
Tommy Roe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rapeman,
Josef K,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Teasers,
Camberwell Now,
Black Pus,
Saccharine Trust,
Thompson Twins,
UT,
Graham Central Station,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roxy Music,
David Axelrod,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.