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 Benin and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
The Young Rascals,
Radiohead,
Lower 48,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Grass Roots,
Aural Exciters,
Skriet,
The Invisible,
Scientists,
Nick Fraelich,
Drexciya,
Alison Limerick,
Bill Near,
Absolute Body Control,
Gichy Dan,
Neil Young,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Von Mondo,
Jerry's Kids,
Tres Demented,
Swell Maps,
The Evens,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vainqueur,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Faust,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pylon,
JFA,
Arab on Radar,
Morten Harket,
Gong,
Soft Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Masters at Work,
LL Cool J,
Glambeats Corp.,
Judy Mowatt,
Ponytail,
Sex Pistols,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Sneak,
Can,
Cal Tjader,
Fad Gadget,
The Mojo Men,
The Toasters,
Dual Sessions,
The Velvet Underground,
Matthew Bourne,
Skaos,
The Golliwogs,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultra Naté,
Todd Terry,
Whodini,
Stiv Bators,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.