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 Sudan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the rap 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
F. McDonald,
The Dead C,
Camberwell Now,
Public Enemy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Traffic Nightmare,
Essential Logic,
The Raincoats,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Groovy Waters,
The Modern Lovers,
This Heat,
The Five Americans,
Leonard Cohen,
Wasted Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wire,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stiv Bators,
Iggy Pop,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bad Manners,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gories,
Moby Grape,
Nas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
June of 44,
Eden Ahbez,
Barry Ungar,
Kaleidoscope,
Sex Pistols,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
Public Image Ltd.,
Don Cherry,
Rotary Connection,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dark Day,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-102,
Television,
Bauhaus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radiohead,
The Invisible,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Age Steppers,
Roger Hodgson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Morten Harket,
The Walker Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
David Bowie,
The Stooges,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oneida,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.