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 Morocco and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Duran Duran to the jazz 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Desert Stars,
Albert Ayler,
Lyres,
Robert Wyatt,
Bootsy Collins,
Suburban Knight,
Nas,
Donald Byrd,
Eli Mardock,
Visage,
Cecil Taylor,
Smog,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fortunes,
Harry Pussy,
Gang of Four,
Deadbeat,
Barbara Tucker,
Alison Limerick,
Howard Jones,
T.S.O.L.,
Eden Ahbez,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Real Kids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Colin Newman,
China Crisis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lower 48,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gun Club,
Sonny Sharrock,
Iggy Pop,
Ohio Players,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eve St. Jones,
The Leaves,
Von Mondo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Little Man,
Barclay James Harvest,
Intrusion,
Byron Stingily,
La Düsseldorf,
Mr. Review,
Sparks,
Unwound,
Joy Division,
Bronski Beat,
Scratch Acid,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ituana,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sugar Minott,
Electric Prunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.