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 Greece and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 Grandmaster Flash to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
The Black Dice,
Japan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
OOIOO,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pierre Henry,
Bootsy Collins,
Unwound,
The Trojans,
Monks,
Los Fastidios,
Alton Ellis,
Marine Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Tremeloes,
Jawbox,
Sugar Minott,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Christie,
Severed Heads,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Victims,
New York Dolls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Misunderstood,
Negative Approach,
Cluster,
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bauhaus,
Crime,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Flag,
Sonic Youth,
This Heat,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Human League,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Matthew Halsall,
Stereo Dub,
Todd Terry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Graham Central Station,
Thompson Twins,
Scientists,
The Young Rascals,
The Dirtbombs,
Pulsallama,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joensuu 1685,
Thee Headcoats,
Fluxion,
Brick,
Peter and Kerry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
kango's stein massive,
Index,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.