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 Mauritania and from New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Y Pants to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Don Cherry,
Youth Brigade,
The Sound,
The Gap Band,
The Golliwogs,
Aswad,
Camouflage,
The Divine Comedy,
Qualms,
Warsaw,
Matthew Halsall,
the Bar-Kays,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare,
The Walker Brothers,
Crime,
The Detroit Cobras,
Patti Smith,
Vainqueur,
the Germs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brick,
Infiniti,
Masters at Work,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
This Heat,
Junior Murvin,
the Association,
Black Flag,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Max Romeo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Idris Muhammad,
The Count Five,
The Residents,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Underground Resistance,
Circle Jerks,
Wasted Youth,
Cluster,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Searchers,
Albert Ayler,
Peter & Gordon,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Bananas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Los Fastidios,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Iggy Pop,
Harmonia,
Adolescents,
Harry Pussy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Prince Buster,
Interpol,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.