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 Gambia and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Wake to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Negative Approach,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mummies,
Index,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Moleskins,
Eddi Front,
Pole,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Swans,
Rotary Connection,
Cluster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Suburban Knight,
Cheater Slicks,
Derrick May,
Bang On A Can,
The Monks,
The Happenings,
The Smoke,
John Coltrane,
The Skatalites,
The Gap Band,
Darondo,
New York Dolls,
Mr. Review,
Tom Boy,
CMW,
Tommy Roe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Technova,
Flash Fearless,
The Cramps,
Anakelly,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fall,
Subhumans,
The Gladiators,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ossler,
Yusef Lateef,
Main Source,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Shoche,
Rod Modell,
Althea and Donna,
Roy Ayers,
kango's stein massive,
Massinfluence,
Todd Terry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Buckinghams,
Lightning Bolt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
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You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.