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 Brazil and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
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 Tom Verlaine 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 Unrelated Segments to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
The Kinks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camberwell Now,
The Dirtbombs,
ABC,
The Slackers,
The Skatalites,
Kas Product,
The Wake,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Velvet Underground,
Negative Approach,
Brothers Johnson,
Erykah Badu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dawn Penn,
Smog,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thompson Twins,
The Evens,
Gang Green,
Vladislav Delay,
Todd Terry,
Tres Demented,
Wings,
Warren Ellis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cure,
Procol Harum,
Fear,
Supertramp,
The Fall,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeff Mills,
Desert Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moby Grape,
The Dave Clark Five,
Graham Central Station,
Ohio Players,
The Angels of Light,
Janne Schatter,
The Music Machine,
Nils Olav,
The Young Rascals,
Sparks,
Isaac Hayes,
David Axelrod,
Ultra Naté,
Barry Ungar,
The American Breed,
The Red Krayola,
Minutemen,
The Trojans,
The Grass Roots,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roger Hodgson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.