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 Madagascar 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Saints,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultra Naté,
Essential Logic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Litter,
Fatback Band,
The Raincoats,
Rakim,
Oneida,
Lightning Bolt,
Cymande,
The Techniques,
Minor Threat,
The Motions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nas,
Nick Fraelich,
The Standells,
The Divine Comedy,
Pantaleimon,
Icehouse,
The Sonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Index,
Cecil Taylor,
10cc,
Interpol,
Minny Pops,
Average White Band,
Bobby Womack,
The Detroit Cobras,
ABC,
Heaven 17,
Buzzcocks,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Velvet Underground,
Eurythmics,
The Gun Club,
Wolf Eyes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quantec,
The Names,
Jandek,
John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Sherman,
The Happenings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Warsaw,
Massinfluence,
Max Romeo,
Pussy Galore,
The Blues Magoos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Youth Brigade,
Sun City Girls,
The Selecter,
Reagan Youth,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.