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 Bolivia and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ 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 B.T. Express to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Cure,
Kas Product,
Yusef Lateef,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gun Club,
Moebius,
Tubeway Army,
The Gladiators,
The Angels of Light,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sound,
The Fortunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joy Division,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pussy Galore,
Laurel Aitken,
Donald Byrd,
Stereo Dub,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
James White and The Blacks,
AZ,
Trumans Water,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Monks,
The Grass Roots,
Sandy B,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kaleidoscope,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mad Mike,
Freddie Wadling,
The Tremeloes,
Main Source,
John Cale,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Prince Buster,
This Heat,
Siglo XX,
The Detroit Cobras,
Erykah Badu,
Pantaleimon,
Vladislav Delay,
The Litter,
Eve St. Jones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arcadia,
The Gories,
Index,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Womack,
These Immortal Souls,
Anthony Braxton,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.