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 Slovenia and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Yusef Lateef to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Wally Richardson,
Boredoms,
Pantaleimon,
Unwound,
Joe Finger,
The Stooges,
Gang Green,
Quadrant,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Todd Rundgren,
T.S.O.L.,
Chrome,
The Litter,
H. Thieme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Electric Prunes,
Pierre Henry,
The New Christs,
The Blackbyrds,
The Count Five,
X-102,
Crime,
Yazoo,
Gabor Szabo,
The Neon Judgement,
Lightning Bolt,
X-Ray Spex,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Charles Mingus,
the Normal,
Altered Images,
Sarah Menescal,
Flipper,
JFA,
Black Flag,
The Barracudas,
Lungfish,
Silicon Teens,
Barrington Levy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Misunderstood,
Liliput,
Pole,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sound,
Dennis Brown,
These Immortal Souls,
Inner City,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Victims,
Blossom Toes,
Skaos,
Wasted Youth,
The Skatalites,
Marc Almond,
One Last Wish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.