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 Antigua and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Ultimate Spinach to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Kerri Chandler,
Au Pairs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Model 500,
Gang Starr,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Sonics,
The Buckinghams,
Matthew Halsall,
Unwound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Juan Atkins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bush Tetras,
Thee Headcoats,
The Misunderstood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pere Ubu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blake Baxter,
Pierre Henry,
The Mummies,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Connie Case,
Prince Buster,
MC5,
Wally Richardson,
Basic Channel,
The Selecter,
Marine Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bluetip,
Derrick Morgan,
Davy DMX,
The Victims,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fad Gadget,
The Tremeloes,
Spoonie Gee,
Qualms,
Anthony Braxton,
Wolf Eyes,
Nas,
Ultra Naté,
Ultimate Spinach,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arthur Verocai,
Can,
Sandy B,
Masters at Work,
Eden Ahbez,
Althea and Donna,
Sam Rivers,
Dead Boys,
Intrusion,
Smog,
Arab on Radar,
Graham Central Station,
the Human League,
Sexual Harrassment,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.