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 Australia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Tim Buckley to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Judy Mowatt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grauzone,
Shuggie Otis,
Andrew Hill,
Soft Machine,
Aswad,
Electric Prunes,
Little Man,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sonics,
Crash Course in Science,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Black Dice,
Sight & Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pussy Galore,
CMW,
In Retrospect,
Y Pants,
The Motions,
Brand Nubian,
The Gladiators,
The Electric Prunes,
Faust,
Brass Construction,
Circle Jerks,
Aural Exciters,
Juan Atkins,
Livin' Joy,
Alphaville,
Barry Ungar,
the Bar-Kays,
The Kinks,
Steve Hackett,
The Move,
The Raincoats,
Barrington Levy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Essential Logic,
Gang Green,
The Dirtbombs,
Vladislav Delay,
Davy DMX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Toni Rubio,
The Martian,
Marmalade,
Peter and Kerry,
Oblivians,
Funky Four + One,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Bananas,
Ossler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chris Corsano,
Slave,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.