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 Tajikistan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 In Retrospect to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
kango's stein massive,
Clear Light,
Terry Callier,
The Monochrome Set,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Happenings,
Q and Not U,
Leonard Cohen,
Jacques Brel,
AZ,
Camberwell Now,
Rosa Yemen,
Duran Duran,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Wyatt,
KRS-One,
The Martian,
Brick,
Excepter,
Arthur Verocai,
Surgeon,
Lyres,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fire Engines,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unrelated Segments,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DJ Style,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Average White Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Trumans Water,
Slave,
Ornette Coleman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed,
Mars,
The Moody Blues,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Albert Ayler,
Black Moon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Electric Prunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mad Mike,
Fear,
Soft Machine,
David Axelrod,
The Golliwogs,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sound,
The Victims,
Agitation Free,
The Velvet Underground,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thompson Twins,
The Monks,
Tears for Fears,
Pole,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.