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 Maldives and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Terry Callier to the rap 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chris & Cosey,
The Slits,
T.S.O.L.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mo-Dettes,
The Buckinghams,
Eve St. Jones,
Mr. Review,
JFA,
MC5,
Radio Birdman,
Spoonie Gee,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Martian,
Whodini,
Yazoo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Monks,
Nik Kershaw,
Audionom,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Hood,
Marine Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Albert Ayler,
Stereo Dub,
Oneida,
The J.B.'s,
Leonard Cohen,
Chris Corsano,
Tom Boy,
Black Bananas,
K-Klass,
Roxette,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kaleidoscope,
the Association,
Rites of Spring,
Scan 7,
Monolake,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DJ Style,
Dual Sessions,
La Düsseldorf,
Flash Fearless,
Royal Trux,
Crash Course in Science,
Derrick May,
New Age Steppers,
Pierre Henry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Sheep,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lalo Schifrin,
Symarip,
Pharoah Sanders,
China Crisis,
Yaz,
A Certain Ratio,
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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.