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 Ivory Coast and from New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Eli Mardock to the crunk 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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rod Modell,
Easy Going,
Grauzone,
Saccharine Trust,
Index,
Con Funk Shun,
Terrestrial Tones,
Suicide,
UT,
Stetsasonic,
Fad Gadget,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sparks,
Harry Pussy,
Camberwell Now,
The Selecter,
Aloha Tigers,
Interpol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Foxx,
The Golliwogs,
Deakin,
Yazoo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radiohead,
Ornette Coleman,
Marine Girls,
The Fugs,
The Fall,
Rotary Connection,
Ralphi Rosario,
Monks,
Rekid,
Charles Mingus,
Ken Boothe,
Metal Thangz,
Freddie Wadling,
Grey Daturas,
The Neon Judgement,
Tears for Fears,
The Motions,
Dark Day,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Faraquet,
Marvin Gaye,
Urselle,
the Soft Cell,
Brand Nubian,
In Retrospect,
Nik Kershaw,
Television,
Cluster,
Jeff Mills,
Soul Sonic Force,
Popol Vuh,
The Associates,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Tremeloes,
Infiniti,
U.S. Maple,
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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.