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 New Zealand and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Aswad to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
The Standells,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Easy Going,
Anthony Braxton,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Idris Muhammad,
Cecil Taylor,
Television,
Isaac Hayes,
Blake Baxter,
Liliput,
X-Ray Spex,
Radio Birdman,
Harmonia,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gabor Szabo,
Delta 5,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Walker Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fugazi,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gories,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sight & Sound,
Swell Maps,
Pantytec,
Jacques Brel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Accadde A,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glenn Branca,
Eurythmics,
Zapp,
Roxette,
Tubeway Army,
Depeche Mode,
Malaria!,
Jeru the Damaja,
Qualms,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ludus,
Reuben Wilson,
Nico,
Mission of Burma,
Minutemen,
Scion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Association,
Stetsasonic,
Soul II Soul,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hoover,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.