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 Gabon and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover 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?
Hasil Adkins,
Isaac Hayes,
The Doors,
The Black Dice,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun City Girls,
Vainqueur,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Vogues,
Moby Grape,
Delta 5,
Depeche Mode,
EPMD,
Qualms,
Organ,
Archie Shepp,
Easy Going,
Yellowson,
Alice Coltrane,
World's Most,
Gil Scott Heron,
Johnny Clarke,
Brass Construction,
The Dirtbombs,
Unwound,
Masters at Work,
The Remains,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ituana,
Outsiders,
Malaria!,
Stetsasonic,
Fatback Band,
La Düsseldorf,
The Grass Roots,
The Misunderstood,
Joe Smooth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sugar Minott,
The Star Department,
Joyce Sims,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dark Day,
Rufus Thomas,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Red Krayola,
Jeff Mills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Q65,
Wasted Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crime,
Schoolly D,
AZ,
David Bowie,
Flamin' Groovies,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.