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 Italy and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Bill Near 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Swans,
Sun City Girls,
Shoche,
The Neon Judgement,
The Doors,
Nico,
The Fuzztones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Index,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Leonard Cohen,
The Invisible,
Clear Light,
Sixth Finger,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crime,
Black Pus,
Scrapy,
Fear,
Howard Jones,
John Coltrane,
Black Moon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Suicide,
Darondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Colin Newman,
Dennis Brown,
Adolescents,
The Gladiators,
Model 500,
Robert Wyatt,
Franke,
Moby Grape,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pharoah Sanders,
H. Thieme,
Ponytail,
Johnny Clarke,
Monolake,
Japan,
Scientists,
Gregory Isaacs,
ABC,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Trojans,
Pulsallama,
Unrelated Segments,
Barclay James Harvest,
Depeche Mode,
Stereo Dub,
Aural Exciters,
Blancmange,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Funkadelic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DJ Style,
Bobby Hutcherson,
China Crisis,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.