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 Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Patti Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cecil Taylor,
Thee Headcoats,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Slits,
Drexciya,
The Sisters of Mercy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
MDC,
Severed Heads,
Ornette Coleman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
The Pretty Things,
The Seeds,
Alphaville,
Altered Images,
R.M.O.,
Joe Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fat Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Black Sheep,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eurythmics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Todd Terry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Donny Hathaway,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deakin,
The Leaves,
Cheater Slicks,
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The Dave Clark Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Stiv Bators,
Chris & Cosey,
Bad Manners,
Faraquet,
Wally Richardson,
The Fire Engines,
Faust,
Con Funk Shun,
Procol Harum,
Simply Red,
The Skatalites,
Von Mondo,
The Neon Judgement,
Soulsonic Force,
Little Man,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rakim,
Audionom,
Swell Maps,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.