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 Vanuatu and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Sarah Menescal,
Blancmange,
Joe Smooth,
Minutemen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
48th St. Collective,
Vladislav Delay,
Can,
Chris Corsano,
Archie Shepp,
Oblivians,
The Golliwogs,
Negative Approach,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Derrick May,
Wally Richardson,
DJ Sneak,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mojo Men,
The Moleskins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Interpol,
The Names,
Rotary Connection,
Man Parrish,
Silicon Teens,
Newcleus,
JFA,
Clear Light,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cameo,
Cecil Taylor,
10cc,
Chrome,
Fluxion,
Gang Starr,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roxy Music,
Lightning Bolt,
Quadrant,
Neu!,
Arab on Radar,
James White and The Blacks,
Eurythmics,
The Detroit Cobras,
David McCallum,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fat Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marmalade,
Con Funk Shun,
The Pretty Things,
New Age Steppers,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.