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 Monaco and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Sonic Youth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Drexciya,
Leonard Cohen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bill Near,
The Seeds,
cv313,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David Axelrod,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sonic Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Interpol,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Angels of Light,
Bronski Beat,
John Foxx,
Camberwell Now,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sarah Menescal,
Con Funk Shun,
Second Layer,
Eden Ahbez,
Y Pants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Franke,
Bluetip,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Clear Light,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dawn Penn,
Marshall Jefferson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barrington Levy,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The American Breed,
Eric Copeland,
Cymande,
James White and The Blacks,
Half Japanese,
Soft Cell,
Thompson Twins,
Soft Machine,
Rakim,
Swell Maps,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Colin Newman,
Warren Ellis,
Japan,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Curtis Mayfield,
Agent Orange,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Absolute Body Control,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.