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 Namibia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 June of 44 to the rap 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Iggy Pop,
Sonic Youth,
The Litter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Michelle Simonal,
Loose Ends,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Letta Mbulu,
The Five Americans,
Royal Trux,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pussy Galore,
Kevin Saunderson,
Metal Thangz,
Carl Craig,
Pagans,
Cybotron,
Cecil Taylor,
Archie Shepp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brand Nubian,
The Slits,
Avey Tare,
Wally Richardson,
Shuggie Otis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wire,
Maleditus Sound,
Chris Corsano,
The Standells,
Ken Boothe,
Minutemen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Smiths,
Kenny Larkin,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Anthony Braxton,
The Electric Prunes,
Moby Grape,
World's Most,
Fad Gadget,
The Slackers,
Crime,
La Düsseldorf,
Pulsallama,
Nick Fraelich,
Echospace,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Slick Rick,
Amazonics,
The Mojo Men,
Albert Ayler,
The Misunderstood,
Boredoms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.