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 Gabon and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Warsaw to the disco 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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Derrick Morgan,
The Pop Group,
The Detroit Cobras,
Andrew Hill,
the Normal,
Albert Ayler,
Nico,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sight & Sound,
Schoolly D,
Spandau Ballet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cecil Taylor,
Ornette Coleman,
The Trojans,
Scrapy,
Sarah Menescal,
Nils Olav,
The Remains,
Talk Talk,
Fela Kuti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Theoretical Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Christie,
Blossom Toes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Human League,
Unwound,
Dual Sessions,
Half Japanese,
Joy Division,
Q65,
Don Cherry,
Pantaleimon,
Brand Nubian,
Buzzcocks,
Circle Jerks,
Reuben Wilson,
Rapeman,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry's Kids,
Donald Byrd,
Ronnie Foster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Leaves,
John Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
The Gun Club,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scratch Acid,
Susan Cadogan,
The Angels of Light,
Mad Mike,
Pantytec,
Symarip,
Sonny Sharrock,
Technova,
Fear,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.