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 Syria and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Smog to the dance 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
The Litter,
Rapeman,
Moby Grape,
Desert Stars,
Vainqueur,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pretty Things,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Sheep,
Swell Maps,
Panda Bear,
Tom Boy,
Dawn Penn,
Barbara Tucker,
The Associates,
The Kinks,
Steve Hackett,
Grauzone,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rufus Thomas,
E-Dancer,
Idris Muhammad,
Slave,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scientists,
Porter Ricks,
Arab on Radar,
Sound Behaviour,
The Modern Lovers,
Rites of Spring,
Rekid,
JFA,
The Gap Band,
UT,
F. McDonald,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed,
Reuben Wilson,
Infiniti,
The Zeros,
Connie Case,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barrington Levy,
Danielle Patucci,
The Star Department,
Bauhaus,
Todd Rundgren,
Subhumans,
Groovy Waters,
Youth Brigade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Letta Mbulu,
Brand Nubian,
The Music Machine,
Bush Tetras,
Ohio Players,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Interpol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Black Dice,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.