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 Oman and from Edmonton.
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 Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Sällskapet to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
The Move,
The Names,
Idris Muhammad,
Quadrant,
The Divine Comedy,
The Neon Judgement,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minor Threat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Archie Shepp,
Angry Samoans,
Monks,
Public Enemy,
Rites of Spring,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Organ,
June of 44,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Boogie Down Productions,
Traffic Nightmare,
8 Eyed Spy,
In Retrospect,
Adolescents,
K-Klass,
Suburban Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New Age Steppers,
Todd Rundgren,
Radiopuhelimet,
Popol Vuh,
The Young Rascals,
The Standells,
Yazoo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pylon,
Godley & Creme,
The Happenings,
Soft Machine,
Sällskapet,
Matthew Bourne,
Ronan,
Young Marble Giants,
Stereo Dub,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Massinfluence,
Pantytec,
Gabor Szabo,
Wally Richardson,
The Knickerbockers,
Tres Demented,
Faust,
Patti Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Albert Ayler,
John Holt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.