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 Armenia and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Bobby Byrd to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Maleditus Sound,
Thompson Twins,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Wyatt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chris & Cosey,
Panda Bear,
Jeff Lynne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fluxion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brand Nubian,
Nils Olav,
Graham Central Station,
Yaz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Juan Atkins,
Deadbeat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Whodini,
The American Breed,
Tres Demented,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Blackbyrds,
Joyce Sims,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bad Manners,
The Moody Blues,
Max Romeo,
The Fugs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispy Ambulance,
D'Angelo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Moleskins,
Aural Exciters,
La Düsseldorf,
Procol Harum,
Sparks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Neon Judgement,
Jandek,
These Immortal Souls,
the Association,
Skriet,
Visage,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Schoolly D,
Quadrant,
Talk Talk,
Massinfluence,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pantaleimon,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.