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 Congo and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Bronski Beat to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Delta 5,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bill Near,
Eve St. Jones,
The Young Rascals,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
A Certain Ratio,
Glenn Branca,
Khruangbin,
Quando Quango,
Amon Düül,
Infiniti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pulsallama,
David McCallum,
The Standells,
Cluster,
the Bar-Kays,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cramps,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fortunes,
Fat Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultimate Spinach,
Byron Stingily,
The Dead C,
The Electric Prunes,
Livin' Joy,
Dead Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Slick Rick,
Theoretical Girls,
Country Teasers,
The Skatalites,
Fela Kuti,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Sun City Girls,
The Black Dice,
Ultravox,
cv313,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mars,
Crispian St. Peters,
UT,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Goldenarms,
Aaron Thompson,
Dennis Brown,
Albert Ayler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aloha Tigers,
Surgeon,
Toni Rubio,
The Litter,
Mandrill,
Aural Exciters,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.