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 El Salvador and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 Fad Gadget to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Icehouse,
Blossom Toes,
The Busters,
Barry Ungar,
Lee Hazlewood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Glenn Branca,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cowsills,
Isaac Hayes,
Leonard Cohen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alton Ellis,
Scrapy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cymande,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eddi Front,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Zero Boys,
Fugazi,
Maurizio,
Loose Ends,
Flipper,
Cecil Taylor,
Fad Gadget,
The Stooges,
R.M.O.,
The Toasters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
A Certain Ratio,
Kurtis Blow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter and Kerry,
Aswad,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Pus,
Slave,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sound Behaviour,
ABC,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Trojans,
Model 500,
Outsiders,
Stereo Dub,
Suburban Knight,
Young Marble Giants,
Cluster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Andrew Hill,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Marc Almond,
Agent Orange,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.