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 Kenya and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Q65 to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Model 500,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Seeds,
Hoover,
Magma,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alice Coltrane,
The Doors,
Matthew Bourne,
John Foxx,
The Leaves,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cybotron,
MDC,
H. Thieme,
AZ,
Das Ding,
Chris & Cosey,
DJ Style,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun Ra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Womack,
Nas,
FM Einheit,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wasted Youth,
Don Cherry,
Moebius,
Sam Rivers,
The Misunderstood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sällskapet,
Slave,
John Holt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fela Kuti,
Yaz,
Glenn Branca,
Marmalade,
Funky Four + One,
The Cramps,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Remains,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Sheep,
Grey Daturas,
Arthur Verocai,
The Tremeloes,
Marc Almond,
ABBA,
The Busters,
The Last Poets,
The Slackers,
K-Klass,
Maurizio,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.