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 Bhutan and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Judy Mowatt,
Pantaleimon,
U.S. Maple,
Eddi Front,
Flipper,
Mo-Dettes,
ABC,
Harry Pussy,
Brass Construction,
Chris Corsano,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The United States of America,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Monks,
X-Ray Spex,
The Happenings,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Massinfluence,
DJ Style,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Modern Lovers,
The Standells,
Laurel Aitken,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ossler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
a-ha,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Prince Buster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Offenders,
Fad Gadget,
Leonard Cohen,
Subhumans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alphaville,
Girls At Our Best!,
Schoolly D,
The Beau Brummels,
Dark Day,
Bad Manners,
Pulsallama,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pere Ubu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terry Callier,
Suicide,
Smog,
Intrusion,
The Saints,
Electric Light Orchestra,
cv313,
Magma,
David Bowie,
Warren Ellis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mission of Burma,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.