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 Romania and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cecil Taylor to the techno 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Knickerbockers,
Minny Pops,
Minnie Riperton,
Freddie Wadling,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cure,
Procol Harum,
Cluster,
The Stooges,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Teasers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Star Department,
The Wake,
Black Flag,
Unrelated Segments,
The Skatalites,
The Remains,
Maurizio,
the Slits,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moss Icon,
Barbara Tucker,
T. Rex,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nick Fraelich,
Scan 7,
Leonard Cohen,
Khruangbin,
Dawn Penn,
Eve St. Jones,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Byrd,
Mars,
the Normal,
Schoolly D,
Anakelly,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dorothy Ashby,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed,
Siglo XX,
The Detroit Cobras,
The J.B.'s,
Boz Scaggs,
F. McDonald,
The Sonics,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Wyatt,
Mo-Dettes,
D'Angelo,
DJ Style,
Peter and Kerry,
John Foxx,
Morten Harket,
Public Image Ltd.,
Interpol,
Terry Callier,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.