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 Eritrea and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Doors,
Bush Tetras,
Sun City Girls,
Ice-T,
the Sonics,
Dark Day,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cure,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Görl,
Terry Callier,
Darondo,
The Martian,
The Misunderstood,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tom Boy,
Anthony Braxton,
Smog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Rotary Connection,
Arab on Radar,
Little Man,
Harpers Bizarre,
Donald Byrd,
Theoretical Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Green,
Tomorrow,
Circle Jerks,
The Trojans,
The Happenings,
Scan 7,
Blake Baxter,
Vainqueur,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Techniques,
Peter & Gordon,
Kas Product,
Youth Brigade,
D'Angelo,
Gabor Szabo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Sun Ra,
a-ha,
Khruangbin,
Bob Dylan,
Yellowson,
Newcleus,
Lightning Bolt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Seeds,
Television Personalities,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.