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 Mauritania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Bobby Sherman to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
The Durutti Column,
The Zeros,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Wells,
the Bar-Kays,
Barclay James Harvest,
T. Rex,
The Pop Group,
Sun Ra,
New Order,
The Seeds,
Pulsallama,
Swans,
Jeff Lynne,
Rod Modell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DJ Sneak,
Nils Olav,
Girls At Our Best!,
Groovy Waters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nico,
Kerri Chandler,
Delta 5,
Stiv Bators,
The Gap Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Monks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chrome,
Nick Fraelich,
FM Einheit,
Cecil Taylor,
Television Personalities,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Invisible,
The Blues Magoos,
John Holt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Young Marble Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
Mad Mike,
Ultra Naté,
The United States of America,
Aural Exciters,
Reagan Youth,
Dead Boys,
The Associates,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Remains,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eden Ahbez,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Half Japanese,
Second Layer,
The Techniques,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Iggy Pop,
Sun City Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.