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 Malaysia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Donald Fagen 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 Khruangbin to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Lalann,
Lou Reed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Bananas,
Motorama,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Zeros,
Chris & Cosey,
Reagan Youth,
Minutemen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Graham Central Station,
The Fortunes,
Lightning Bolt,
The Count Five,
Moby Grape,
Shuggie Otis,
Mantronix,
Siglo XX,
The Pretty Things,
Interpol,
Joe Finger,
Kurtis Blow,
Dead Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Make Up,
U.S. Maple,
Darondo,
Inner City,
Letta Mbulu,
David McCallum,
Rites of Spring,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blossom Toes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tears for Fears,
Boz Scaggs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Human League,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
World's Most,
The Smiths,
Quadrant,
10cc,
Amazonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Thompson Twins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camberwell Now,
Judy Mowatt,
T. Rex,
The Last Poets,
Lou Christie,
The Gories,
Schoolly D,
Colin Newman,
the Sonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.