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 Togo and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Panda Bear to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Kerri Chandler,
Yaz,
The Cure,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Connie Case,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Monks,
Godley & Creme,
Pierre Henry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Residents,
Amon Düül II,
Magma,
The Moleskins,
Pere Ubu,
Goldenarms,
Black Sheep,
Marine Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Toasters,
Bobby Sherman,
Half Japanese,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Evens,
ABBA,
Rod Modell,
Spandau Ballet,
Idris Muhammad,
Drexciya,
Frankie Knuckles,
Piero Umiliani,
The Monochrome Set,
Max Romeo,
Scott Walker,
Scratch Acid,
The Doors,
World's Most,
Lou Reed,
Bluetip,
Slave,
Blake Baxter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sound,
Country Teasers,
Neil Young,
Urselle,
Dennis Brown,
Interpol,
David Bowie,
The Busters,
Index,
Maurizio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soulsonic Force,
John Foxx,
Swans,
Fatback Band,
The Gladiators,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.