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 Chad and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Arthur Verocai to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Rufus Thomas,
Silicon Teens,
Stereo Dub,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Trojans,
Swans,
Second Layer,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Section 25,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nik Kershaw,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Depeche Mode,
Barry Ungar,
Magazine,
Livin' Joy,
Model 500,
The Skatalites,
Drexciya,
Theoretical Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Cameo,
The Mummies,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fatback Band,
La Düsseldorf,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oneida,
Ituana,
Sandy B,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Whodini,
Pylon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Connie Case,
Flash Fearless,
Tres Demented,
Brand Nubian,
Amon Düül II,
L. Decosne,
Dual Sessions,
Gabor Szabo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Finger,
The Motions,
Grey Daturas,
Aural Exciters,
Con Funk Shun,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cymande,
The Leaves,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yazoo,
Tubeway Army,
Inner City,
Letta Mbulu,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.