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 Colombia and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Section 25 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Little Man,
Toni Rubio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Starr,
Popol Vuh,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Womack,
Brand Nubian,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terry Callier,
Blossom Toes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Newcleus,
Television Personalities,
Soulsonic Force,
Severed Heads,
Sällskapet,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Five Americans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
UT,
Rakim,
Pole,
Flipper,
Sonic Youth,
Black Flag,
E-Dancer,
Brothers Johnson,
Quantec,
Faust,
Kenny Larkin,
Sam Rivers,
Jerry's Kids,
the Slits,
cv313,
Davy DMX,
Khruangbin,
the Association,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marine Girls,
Malaria!,
The Shadows of Knight,
Todd Rundgren,
The Move,
Wasted Youth,
Yaz,
The Skatalites,
Al Stewart,
Excepter,
Quando Quango,
Slave,
Ponytail,
Ronan,
Peter & Gordon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gong,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.