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 Afghanistan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Sam Rivers to the rap 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Don Cherry,
Banda Bassotti,
Tim Buckley,
Intrusion,
Mad Mike,
Amon Düül,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chris & Cosey,
Terrestrial Tones,
Angry Samoans,
Country Teasers,
Judy Mowatt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eve St. Jones,
Moss Icon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Clear Light,
Stereo Dub,
Althea and Donna,
Rekid,
Soft Machine,
10cc,
Alton Ellis,
Rapeman,
The Blackbyrds,
Eli Mardock,
Anakelly,
The Associates,
The Remains,
Harmonia,
The Stooges,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Martian,
The Young Rascals,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mojo Men,
Sarah Menescal,
Pole,
Byron Stingily,
Buzzcocks,
Massinfluence,
Al Stewart,
Skriet,
Carl Craig,
Scion,
Skaos,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Count Five,
Zapp,
The Red Krayola,
Maleditus Sound,
Ituana,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cure,
Steve Hackett,
Nik Kershaw,
A Certain Ratio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yusef Lateef,
Dead Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.