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 Gabon and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 The Velvet Underground to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Bauhaus,
Quadrant,
Piero Umiliani,
Stereo Dub,
Moebius,
Electric Prunes,
Cameo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Agitation Free,
Los Fastidios,
Smog,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mojo Men,
Josef K,
Iggy Pop,
Bush Tetras,
Ronan,
The Neon Judgement,
Barry Ungar,
Joe Finger,
Stetsasonic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skarface,
FM Einheit,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Stooges,
Panda Bear,
Black Pus,
Ludus,
Swans,
Little Man,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mr. Review,
The Red Krayola,
Radiohead,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wings,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fugs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roger Hodgson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Newcleus,
Althea and Donna,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roy Ayers,
Dead Boys,
Flipper,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül II,
Ralphi Rosario,
H. Thieme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
cv313,
Man Parrish,
The Gladiators,
Gichy Dan,
B.T. Express,
Isaac Hayes,
Mantronix,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.