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 Germany and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Crispian St. Peters to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Cluster,
Blossom Toes,
Mark Hollis,
Parry Music,
Pierre Henry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deakin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gladiators,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Half Japanese,
Sam Rivers,
Bauhaus,
Quantec,
Fear,
Jacques Brel,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Starr,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Association,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hoover,
The Zeros,
ABC,
The American Breed,
June Days,
Pole,
Electric Prunes,
The Toasters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Angry Samoans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Smoke,
Al Stewart,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Monolake,
Television,
Kurtis Blow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Judy Mowatt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Velvet Underground,
OOIOO,
Intrusion,
Lee Hazlewood,
Panda Bear,
K-Klass,
Bill Wells,
Pulsallama,
Bootsy Collins,
Tim Buckley,
The Sound,
The Stooges,
Glenn Branca,
Pussy Galore,
Ituana,
The Associates,
Supertramp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.