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 Honduras and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Yaz to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skaos,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Pus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jacob Miller,
Tomorrow,
David McCallum,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bauhaus,
Alice Coltrane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deakin,
The Doors,
Colin Newman,
The Mojo Men,
Sugar Minott,
Amazonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Smog,
Gang of Four,
Deadbeat,
Fugazi,
The Toasters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Glenn Branca,
Surgeon,
Ossler,
Crooked Eye,
Newcleus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eden Ahbez,
Brothers Johnson,
Cecil Taylor,
Faraquet,
X-101,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Pantaleimon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cybotron,
Banda Bassotti,
Guru Guru,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camberwell Now,
Sandy B,
Fear,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ituana,
The Moody Blues,
The New Christs,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gories,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Idris Muhammad,
Stetsasonic,
The Five Americans,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.