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 Uganda and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Joyce Sims to the electroclash 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Unwound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
LL Cool J,
the Sonics,
Japan,
Deakin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Pus,
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Hood,
Todd Terry,
Arcadia,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eve St. Jones,
the Swans,
The Leaves,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Altered Images,
The Techniques,
Gong,
The Music Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nico,
Minutemen,
The Beau Brummels,
Ponytail,
Curtis Mayfield,
Angry Samoans,
10cc,
Tom Boy,
Jerry's Kids,
The New Christs,
Duran Duran,
The Martian,
Ohio Players,
Main Source,
Zero Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Faraquet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quantec,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Womack,
Visage,
Bronski Beat,
Shuggie Otis,
Brand Nubian,
Davy DMX,
Severed Heads,
Thee Headcoats,
Tim Buckley,
The Knickerbockers,
Saccharine Trust,
The Black Dice,
The American Breed,
David McCallum,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Monochrome Set,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.