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 Palau and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Charles Mingus to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Nils Olav,
The Moleskins,
Loose Ends,
cv313,
Piero Umiliani,
Crispian St. Peters,
Surgeon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New Order,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Royal Trux,
F. McDonald,
Lungfish,
La Düsseldorf,
Symarip,
The Sound,
Slave,
Bang On A Can,
The Monochrome Set,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lalann,
Ultra Naté,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Sonics,
Ten City,
The Cowsills,
Model 500,
Monks,
Buzzcocks,
Hashim,
Joy Division,
Brand Nubian,
The Buckinghams,
John Lydon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mars,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wally Richardson,
Amazonics,
Donny Hathaway,
Eddi Front,
Tom Boy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neil Young,
Robert Wyatt,
Von Mondo,
Schoolly D,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Names,
The Happenings,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.