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 Senegal and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the grime 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
L. Decosne,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Archie Shepp,
Gabor Szabo,
Khruangbin,
Unrelated Segments,
The Selecter,
Inner City,
The Black Dice,
Moebius,
Shoche,
Q and Not U,
Visage,
Suburban Knight,
Soft Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Christie,
Quantec,
OOIOO,
In Retrospect,
Depeche Mode,
The Divine Comedy,
DJ Style,
Marmalade,
Arab on Radar,
EPMD,
Cluster,
MDC,
The Velvet Underground,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Hood,
Barry Ungar,
Funkadelic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Davy DMX,
Altered Images,
Bootsy Collins,
Aloha Tigers,
Tubeway Army,
Terry Callier,
Andrew Hill,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Isaac Hayes,
Soulsonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sound,
The Saints,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Association,
Urselle,
Pere Ubu,
Kaleidoscope,
Donald Byrd,
Cybotron,
The Invisible,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.