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 Barbados and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Donald Fagen 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Bananas,
Derrick Morgan,
Blancmange,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Magma,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun City Girls,
The American Breed,
Bang On A Can,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Victims,
The Selecter,
Bill Wells,
Carl Craig,
Dawn Penn,
Stockholm Monsters,
Infiniti,
Wolf Eyes,
Iggy Pop,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Pus,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Barracudas,
Black Sheep,
The Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Pop Group,
The Doobie Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Essential Logic,
Agitation Free,
Nik Kershaw,
The Five Americans,
The Real Kids,
Dave Gahan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oneida,
Avey Tare,
Brick,
Q65,
Crispy Ambulance,
Severed Heads,
New Order,
The Standells,
Joensuu 1685,
Maurizio,
Max Romeo,
Surgeon,
The Neon Judgement,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
New York Dolls,
The Vogues,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Darondo,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.