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 Guatemala and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Monks to the techno 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lalann,
Blake Baxter,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang of Four,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scott Walker,
Cluster,
Cymande,
Andrew Hill,
KRS-One,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Schoolly D,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Letta Mbulu,
Banda Bassotti,
John Coltrane,
Joyce Sims,
the Human League,
Soft Machine,
Scion,
Stereo Dub,
Amon Düül,
Pylon,
R.M.O.,
Wolf Eyes,
Ossler,
Pole,
The Sonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scrapy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Monks,
The Grass Roots,
Pierre Henry,
Darondo,
Minutemen,
A Certain Ratio,
Rites of Spring,
Roxette,
Whodini,
Peter and Kerry,
Mr. Review,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wire,
Gastr Del Sol,
CMW,
the Bar-Kays,
The Barracudas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Vogues,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Skatalites,
Spoonie Gee,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.