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 Marshall Islands and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Josef K,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ken Boothe,
Yellowson,
Boz Scaggs,
Minnie Riperton,
Junior Murvin,
Khruangbin,
Kurtis Blow,
Blancmange,
Heaven 17,
Soulsonic Force,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Groovy Waters,
Excepter,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hoover,
Byron Stingily,
Buzzcocks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scrapy,
Flash Fearless,
The Last Poets,
Yusef Lateef,
Blake Baxter,
Grauzone,
Albert Ayler,
X-Ray Spex,
Iggy Pop,
Pussy Galore,
Swans,
UT,
The Smiths,
The Walker Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Smoke,
DJ Style,
Rekid,
The Beau Brummels,
Moebius,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bush Tetras,
Mo-Dettes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pagans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Q and Not U,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jandek,
Bad Manners,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amon Düül II,
The Kinks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sam Rivers,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.