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 Australia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the jazz 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
The Durutti Column,
Sixth Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
Jerry's Kids,
The Evens,
the Sonics,
Scott Walker,
Maleditus Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
June Days,
Cymande,
UT,
T. Rex,
Minnie Riperton,
Marmalade,
The Invisible,
Wolf Eyes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Walker Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Half Japanese,
Nas,
Crime,
Ralphi Rosario,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare,
Man Eating Sloth,
James White and The Blacks,
The Golliwogs,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Heaven 17,
Ronan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Slits,
Ice-T,
Quadrant,
The Fuzztones,
Alton Ellis,
The Birthday Party,
The Raincoats,
Jeff Mills,
Bob Dylan,
Parry Music,
Scion,
This Heat,
the Association,
Pierre Henry,
The Remains,
Yaz,
the Swans,
Amon Düül II,
The Slackers,
The Real Kids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Depeche Mode,
Davy DMX,
The Human League,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Unwound,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.