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 Antigua and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Delta 5 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Underground Resistance,
Funkadelic,
The Wake,
The Selecter,
Clear Light,
Bob Dylan,
Ludus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Black Dice,
The Electric Prunes,
Piero Umiliani,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Juan Atkins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric Copeland,
Graham Central Station,
The Offenders,
Moby Grape,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tim Buckley,
Make Up,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pierre Henry,
The Index,
Hoover,
Flamin' Groovies,
David McCallum,
The Kinks,
Scan 7,
Pylon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Steve Hackett,
Frankie Knuckles,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marvin Gaye,
Soft Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suburban Knight,
Howard Jones,
Fear,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
F. McDonald,
In Retrospect,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wasted Youth,
ABC,
E-Dancer,
Minutemen,
Barry Ungar,
Joey Negro,
One Last Wish,
Tres Demented,
Cameo,
Ohio Players,
Interpol,
The Moody Blues,
K-Klass,
Sun City Girls,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.