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 Montenegro and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Animal Collective to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Black Sheep,
Flipper,
Goldenarms,
Adolescents,
The Kinks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Depeche Mode,
Ultravox,
The United States of America,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nils Olav,
Yellowson,
Liliput,
Scott Walker,
Lindisfarne,
Crooked Eye,
Delta 5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bob Dylan,
The Young Rascals,
Lungfish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amon Düül II,
Kayak,
Sun Ra,
Mr. Review,
The Litter,
The Victims,
The Seeds,
Marc Almond,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roy Ayers,
The Real Kids,
Gang Green,
Funky Four + One,
Hardrive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hoover,
Nick Fraelich,
Malaria!,
Neil Young,
Radio Birdman,
Crime,
The Residents,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Gang Dance,
T. Rex,
Tubeway Army,
Guru Guru,
AZ,
The Five Americans,
Jacques Brel,
UT,
Lucky Dragons,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.