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 Togo and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nik Kershaw to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT 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?
June Days,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Standells,
Essential Logic,
Aaron Thompson,
These Immortal Souls,
The Music Machine,
MDC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sight & Sound,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Hill,
X-Ray Spex,
Franke,
Patti Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun Ra,
June of 44,
Agitation Free,
Sex Pistols,
Fear,
48th St. Collective,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blancmange,
Kerri Chandler,
Blossom Toes,
B.T. Express,
The Tremeloes,
The Pop Group,
Minutemen,
K-Klass,
Magma,
Altered Images,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Babytalk,
the Sonics,
Hashim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Slits,
Camberwell Now,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Albert Ayler,
Khruangbin,
John Coltrane,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Christie,
Jeff Mills,
Steve Hackett,
Ice-T,
World's Most,
Joey Negro,
Lungfish,
DJ Sneak,
The Techniques,
The Angels of Light,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.