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 Pakistan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Fluxion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Siglo XX,
Lightning Bolt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joe Finger,
Infiniti,
Crash Course in Science,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Holt,
Arthur Verocai,
The Names,
DJ Sneak,
Roxette,
Faust,
Warsaw,
48th St. Collective,
Visage,
D'Angelo,
Slave,
Hardrive,
Con Funk Shun,
The Real Kids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Animal Collective,
Jerry's Kids,
Crooked Eye,
Alphaville,
Hot Snakes,
Albert Ayler,
Pharoah Sanders,
Connie Case,
Maurizio,
Young Marble Giants,
Bush Tetras,
Qualms,
Mars,
kango's stein massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Al Stewart,
Leonard Cohen,
Nirvana,
Wings,
Goldenarms,
Liliput,
The Cure,
Thee Headcoats,
Television,
The Star Department,
Sugar Minott,
Chris Corsano,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Livin' Joy,
Dennis Brown,
Amazonics,
The Skatalites,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marine Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Godley & Creme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camberwell Now,
Gichy Dan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.