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 Gambia and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Lou Reed to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Gong,
Ronnie Foster,
Essential Logic,
Jacques Brel,
Soulsonic Force,
Freddie Wadling,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Television Personalities,
MDC,
ABC,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Music Machine,
Black Moon,
Gang of Four,
AZ,
Y Pants,
Fluxion,
Crime,
Johnny Clarke,
The Golliwogs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Angry Samoans,
Sixth Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fad Gadget,
Terry Callier,
Alison Limerick,
Rapeman,
Derrick Morgan,
Sex Pistols,
Eric Dolphy,
Todd Terry,
Sarah Menescal,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Blancmange,
Flamin' Groovies,
Heaven 17,
Albert Ayler,
Toni Rubio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gap Band,
Jeff Mills,
Isaac Hayes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeff Lynne,
Motorama,
Glenn Branca,
Country Teasers,
Minor Threat,
Scratch Acid,
The Stooges,
The Litter,
Maleditus Sound,
Monolake,
Brand Nubian,
Organ,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arab on Radar,
Accadde A,
Section 25,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.