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 Luxembourg and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Eve St. Jones,
Drexciya,
Sam Rivers,
Don Cherry,
June of 44,
Sex Pistols,
EPMD,
Anthony Braxton,
Pussy Galore,
Susan Cadogan,
KRS-One,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter and Kerry,
Nirvana,
The Sonics,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric Copeland,
The Music Machine,
Los Fastidios,
F. McDonald,
Juan Atkins,
The Kinks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The New Christs,
Angry Samoans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Visage,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Dolphy,
Reagan Youth,
Procol Harum,
Alton Ellis,
PIL,
Scott Walker,
Eurythmics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed,
L. Decosne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fire Engines,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Little Man,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radiohead,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Erasure,
Joey Negro,
Accadde A,
Nation of Ulysses,
Throbbing Gristle,
kango's stein massive,
Yusef Lateef,
Aloha Tigers,
DNA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Idris Muhammad,
Tim Buckley,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.