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 Japan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Derrick May to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
The Angels of Light,
Skarface,
Alice Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kerri Chandler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marine Girls,
Can,
The American Breed,
Minny Pops,
kango's stein massive,
The Litter,
OOIOO,
Ituana,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pagans,
Crooked Eye,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sarah Menescal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bluetip,
Rotary Connection,
Funkadelic,
Al Stewart,
Wings,
Lalann,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Starr,
Hashim,
Blossom Toes,
Little Man,
Davy DMX,
Eddi Front,
Arthur Verocai,
the Sonics,
Loose Ends,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
PIL,
Gong,
Avey Tare,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eurythmics,
Brand Nubian,
R.M.O.,
Tommy Roe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Groovy Waters,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Monks,
Adolescents,
Eve St. Jones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.