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 Spain and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Pretty Things to the rap 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
B.T. Express,
Fear,
The Five Americans,
Wasted Youth,
Wings,
Alice Coltrane,
Monolake,
The Cramps,
The Pretty Things,
Neil Young,
Procol Harum,
Janne Schatter,
Livin' Joy,
Black Bananas,
Grauzone,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Loose Ends,
Minutemen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bang On A Can,
Judy Mowatt,
UT,
Black Pus,
Faraquet,
Amon Düül,
H. Thieme,
Eddi Front,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Warsaw,
Crime,
Fad Gadget,
Shoche,
Q65,
Mark Hollis,
Crooked Eye,
The Music Machine,
Funky Four + One,
La Düsseldorf,
The Black Dice,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blake Baxter,
Brick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeff Mills,
Anthony Braxton,
Yazoo,
Von Mondo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Average White Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Susan Cadogan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Whodini,
Delta 5,
Brand Nubian,
Lyres,
Intrusion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.