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 Marshall Islands and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 Danielle Patucci to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Sun Ra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nas,
Carl Craig,
Parry Music,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sonic Youth,
New York Dolls,
T. Rex,
Yusef Lateef,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Bananas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brass Construction,
PIL,
Thee Headcoats,
Echospace,
Maurizio,
Eric Dolphy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Birthday Party,
Nico,
the Swans,
Junior Murvin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Leaves,
Wire,
Siglo XX,
Faust,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Urselle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Duran Duran,
Robert Görl,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Buzzcocks,
The Trojans,
Goldenarms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Albert Ayler,
The Fugs,
The Busters,
Pylon,
Oblivians,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Slave,
Silicon Teens,
Country Teasers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
June of 44,
Gil Scott Heron,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grey Daturas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Qualms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sam Rivers,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.