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 Mali and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare 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 The Fire Engines to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
UT,
Todd Rundgren,
Roxy Music,
This Heat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Archie Shepp,
Underground Resistance,
The Moody Blues,
The Golliwogs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marine Girls,
Funkadelic,
Grauzone,
Gong,
B.T. Express,
Jeru the Damaja,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Byron Stingily,
Boredoms,
Hoover,
Ossler,
Sun Ra,
The Zeros,
Wally Richardson,
The Beau Brummels,
Delta 5,
Duran Duran,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultravox,
Drexciya,
Camberwell Now,
Neu!,
Slave,
Y Pants,
Audionom,
Leonard Cohen,
Nick Fraelich,
Kerri Chandler,
Brass Construction,
Monolake,
Colin Newman,
Suicide,
John Lydon,
Youth Brigade,
Todd Terry,
Susan Cadogan,
The Evens,
The Associates,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bill Wells,
Scientists,
The Slits,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gladiators,
The Smoke,
The Dirtbombs,
Brick,
Tomorrow,
Jawbox,
The Young Rascals,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
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.