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 Djibouti and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 Anthony Braxton 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Little Man,
Excepter,
Darondo,
New Order,
The Kinks,
Laurel Aitken,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Buckinghams,
In Retrospect,
Monolake,
LL Cool J,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxy Music,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soft Machine,
Sparks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harry Pussy,
Quadrant,
Chrome,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Germs,
The Blues Magoos,
Faraquet,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Subhumans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Slick Rick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skriet,
DJ Sneak,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ornette Coleman,
The Remains,
Wally Richardson,
Pierre Henry,
10cc,
Country Teasers,
Tom Boy,
Kenny Larkin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Vogues,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fall,
Hoover,
Fela Kuti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Goldenarms,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Womack,
Das Ding,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stereo Dub,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.