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 Malaysia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 ABBA to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Don Cherry,
Khruangbin,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hoover,
Unrelated Segments,
Joey Negro,
Zero Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Jandek,
Eve St. Jones,
Maurizio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cheater Slicks,
The Skatalites,
The American Breed,
Johnny Clarke,
Subhumans,
Kurtis Blow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Unwound,
Brand Nubian,
Pylon,
Donald Byrd,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Andrew Hill,
Warsaw,
The New Christs,
Arab on Radar,
The Zeros,
Arcadia,
Danielle Patucci,
LL Cool J,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alphaville,
Groovy Waters,
The J.B.'s,
Von Mondo,
World's Most,
Robert Görl,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Accadde A,
Brick,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Moleskins,
Masters at Work,
Nas,
The Doors,
Ronnie Foster,
Youth Brigade,
Moss Icon,
F. McDonald,
DJ Sneak,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Babytalk,
John Cale,
Fugazi,
David McCallum,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.