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 Congo and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 Matthew Bourne to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun City Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harmonia,
Marmalade,
Fluxion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gabor Szabo,
Moss Icon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Electric Prunes,
Circle Jerks,
Funkadelic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Seeds,
Intrusion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rekid,
Robert Hood,
Fela Kuti,
The Raincoats,
10cc,
Kayak,
Organ,
Ten City,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New York Dolls,
The Wake,
Lee Hazlewood,
Reagan Youth,
Glenn Branca,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lalann,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Christie,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Al Stewart,
Rotary Connection,
Delon & Dalcan,
Janne Schatter,
Neil Young,
Deadbeat,
Desert Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Womack,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Negative Approach,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Babytalk,
Echospace,
The Selecter,
Tim Buckley,
Mark Hollis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.