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 Suriname and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lungfish to the grunge 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Khruangbin,
Leonard Cohen,
Matthew Halsall,
Livin' Joy,
Fluxion,
B.T. Express,
Bush Tetras,
The Gories,
Rites of Spring,
Smog,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scratch Acid,
Intrusion,
The Smiths,
Glenn Branca,
Marc Almond,
The Barracudas,
The Move,
Lee Hazlewood,
Organ,
Magazine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Maleditus Sound,
Gong,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slave,
Minnie Riperton,
The Associates,
Y Pants,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Flesh Eaters,
Circle Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gastr Del Sol,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roxy Music,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jacob Miller,
Simply Red,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ronnie Foster,
Don Cherry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Letta Mbulu,
EPMD,
Soul Sonic Force,
Morten Harket,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Wyatt,
The Selecter,
the Swans,
Alphaville,
Icehouse,
The United States of America,
The Leaves,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jerry's Kids,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.