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 Bulgaria and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the disco 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Eric Dolphy,
Cluster,
the Fania All-Stars,
ABBA,
Model 500,
Tears for Fears,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rites of Spring,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amon Düül II,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
48th St. Collective,
John Foxx,
Gichy Dan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stereo Dub,
T.S.O.L.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blues Magoos,
Kerri Chandler,
Icehouse,
Japan,
Aaron Thompson,
The Move,
Absolute Body Control,
Joensuu 1685,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cymande,
Dave Gahan,
The Five Americans,
Essential Logic,
Roxy Music,
Groovy Waters,
EPMD,
Davy DMX,
Minnie Riperton,
UT,
Tom Boy,
Bootsy Collins,
Albert Ayler,
Suburban Knight,
Derrick Morgan,
Pere Ubu,
Pagans,
Lou Reed,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bluetip,
Camouflage,
The Searchers,
Drexciya,
Ludus,
Hasil Adkins,
Organ,
LL Cool J,
AZ,
Goldenarms,
Suicide,
Saccharine Trust,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
KRS-One,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.