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 Somalia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 DJ Sneak to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Q65,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Residents,
Livin' Joy,
Ultravox,
Anakelly,
The American Breed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tomorrow,
Shoche,
Ponytail,
The Gap Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Junior Murvin,
The Neon Judgement,
Flipper,
Graham Central Station,
Reagan Youth,
Sun City Girls,
The Associates,
Scrapy,
Maurizio,
Scratch Acid,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Sherman,
Panda Bear,
Clear Light,
Guru Guru,
Jandek,
Mad Mike,
Hasil Adkins,
Leonard Cohen,
Kayak,
Joensuu 1685,
Bang On A Can,
Byron Stingily,
Brick,
48th St. Collective,
Masters at Work,
Joyce Sims,
Minutemen,
Pulsallama,
Radio Birdman,
Quadrant,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marvin Gaye,
The Trojans,
Reuben Wilson,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Barracudas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Names,
Crash Course in Science,
Crooked Eye,
The Red Krayola,
T.S.O.L.,
The Litter,
Arcadia,
the Sonics,
Hashim,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.