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 Thailand and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Erykah Badu to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Los Fastidios,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fuzztones,
The Martian,
A Certain Ratio,
Wings,
Procol Harum,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bad Manners,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Khruangbin,
Whodini,
Sight & Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Fad Gadget,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Niagra,
Can,
Darondo,
Cecil Taylor,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cluster,
The Mummies,
the Normal,
The Busters,
Clear Light,
D'Angelo,
Joyce Sims,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
Fluxion,
The Angels of Light,
The Smiths,
Talk Talk,
Pantaleimon,
Jandek,
Delta 5,
John Cale,
The Gap Band,
The Slits,
Fear,
Nils Olav,
Country Teasers,
Barry Ungar,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
The Seeds,
Pulsallama,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultra Naté,
Don Cherry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Maleditus Sound,
Minutemen,
Cal Tjader,
Dark Day,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.