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 Tunisia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Monochrome Set to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
The Names,
T.S.O.L.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Normal,
Yazoo,
Goldenarms,
Letta Mbulu,
Nils Olav,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eden Ahbez,
Hashim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Warren Ellis,
The Sonics,
Bill Wells,
Leonard Cohen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brothers Johnson,
Barrington Levy,
Faraquet,
Skaos,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Swell Maps,
the Soft Cell,
Roxy Music,
Basic Channel,
The Gladiators,
Ice-T,
Michelle Simonal,
Reuben Wilson,
David McCallum,
Procol Harum,
Barbara Tucker,
Y Pants,
Rod Modell,
Pole,
the Bar-Kays,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Davy DMX,
Lungfish,
Pierre Henry,
Silicon Teens,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camberwell Now,
10cc,
Quantec,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Royal Trux,
Lee Hazlewood,
Franke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Donald Byrd,
Todd Rundgren,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.