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 Syria and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Slick Rick to the disco 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
In Retrospect,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aswad,
Gang of Four,
Amon Düül II,
Al Stewart,
Royal Trux,
Thee Headcoats,
Glenn Branca,
Ituana,
The Raincoats,
Johnny Osbourne,
Susan Cadogan,
Pantaleimon,
Kerri Chandler,
The Real Kids,
Tomorrow,
Swell Maps,
James White and The Blacks,
Alice Coltrane,
Amon Düül,
Camouflage,
Don Cherry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brass Construction,
Colin Newman,
the Bar-Kays,
Simply Red,
Henry Cow,
the Human League,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tim Buckley,
Byron Stingily,
Second Layer,
Nick Fraelich,
The Standells,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rotary Connection,
Lyres,
Reuben Wilson,
Joy Division,
June of 44,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric Copeland,
Warsaw,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pulsallama,
Absolute Body Control,
Sarah Menescal,
Nas,
JFA,
Blossom Toes,
The Smoke,
Au Pairs,
Yazoo,
The Gories,
The Offenders,
Eric B and Rakim,
Youth Brigade,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.