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 Togo and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 the Normal to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit 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?
Fear,
Brass Construction,
Juan Atkins,
X-Ray Spex,
Nirvana,
Black Flag,
Ultra Naté,
Intrusion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric Dolphy,
U.S. Maple,
48th St. Collective,
Marine Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Negative Approach,
Ituana,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cluster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dead Boys,
The Martian,
Basic Channel,
Amazonics,
The Motions,
The J.B.'s,
The Neon Judgement,
The Music Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Interpol,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gichy Dan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terry Callier,
The Trojans,
Fad Gadget,
Patti Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
The Monochrome Set,
Tomorrow,
Sight & Sound,
Trumans Water,
The Misunderstood,
The Wake,
Fatback Band,
Camouflage,
Colin Newman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lucky Dragons,
L. Decosne,
Mantronix,
Grauzone,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harmonia,
Groovy Waters,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.