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 Kenya and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Byron Stingily to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skarface,
Black Moon,
ABBA,
Dark Day,
Spoonie Gee,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pulsallama,
Bill Near,
The Moody Blues,
Technova,
A Certain Ratio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
World's Most,
Marcia Griffiths,
Intrusion,
Procol Harum,
The Barracudas,
Eli Mardock,
The Alarm Clocks,
Panda Bear,
Unwound,
a-ha,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sugar Minott,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tim Buckley,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Wyatt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lakeside,
Albert Ayler,
Kas Product,
Sex Pistols,
Man Eating Sloth,
Suicide,
Camberwell Now,
The Neon Judgement,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Monks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aural Exciters,
Magma,
Harry Pussy,
Angry Samoans,
Traffic Nightmare,
U.S. Maple,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
One Last Wish,
Jawbox,
The Monochrome Set,
Eden Ahbez,
Alton Ellis,
Chris Corsano,
Nas,
Newcleus,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.