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 Kazakhstan and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Amon Düül to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Basic Channel,
Joy Division,
Thee Headcoats,
Brass Construction,
Tears for Fears,
Donald Byrd,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
E-Dancer,
Man Parrish,
Smog,
Symarip,
Livin' Joy,
kango's stein massive,
The Cowsills,
Junior Murvin,
Model 500,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alton Ellis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Panda Bear,
The Electric Prunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Charles Mingus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
Mars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minnie Riperton,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Womack,
JFA,
Black Bananas,
Stetsasonic,
Harmonia,
Tim Buckley,
The Moody Blues,
Sun Ra,
The Leaves,
ABBA,
Ohio Players,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Echospace,
Das Ding,
Arab on Radar,
The Stooges,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eurythmics,
Radio Birdman,
Vladislav Delay,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultra Naté,
Fatback Band,
Urselle,
Niagra,
Gang Green,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fuzztones,
Sparks,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.