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 Spain and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Rites of Spring to the grime 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Names,
Pantytec,
The Fugs,
Urselle,
Suburban Knight,
Barry Ungar,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Cale,
Mission of Burma,
Wings,
The Skatalites,
Zapp,
The Searchers,
Negative Approach,
The Buckinghams,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
In Retrospect,
Young Marble Giants,
UT,
Oblivians,
JFA,
Skaos,
Soulsonic Force,
the Fania All-Stars,
Andrew Hill,
Black Bananas,
Stiv Bators,
Grauzone,
Byron Stingily,
X-101,
Charles Mingus,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeff Lynne,
Piero Umiliani,
This Heat,
Bronski Beat,
Sister Nancy,
48th St. Collective,
Ohio Players,
Wally Richardson,
Oneida,
Quadrant,
Animal Collective,
Michelle Simonal,
Outsiders,
Pierre Henry,
ABC,
Infiniti,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mojo Men,
Judy Mowatt,
The United States of America,
Monks,
Joy Division,
The Gun Club,
Black Sheep,
Jerry's Kids,
The Toasters,
The Star Department,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.