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 Palau and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 One Last Wish to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Charles Mingus,
CMW,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Evens,
Cluster,
Adolescents,
The Fuzztones,
Patti Smith,
Agitation Free,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tom Boy,
Suburban Knight,
DJ Sneak,
Icehouse,
Rakim,
Trumans Water,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aloha Tigers,
Eurythmics,
Tomorrow,
Quantec,
Ralphi Rosario,
Panda Bear,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fall,
Traffic Nightmare,
Silicon Teens,
Make Up,
Pierre Henry,
Toni Rubio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nirvana,
Fatback Band,
The Fortunes,
Darondo,
Bang On A Can,
Brothers Johnson,
Bob Dylan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Masters at Work,
New York Dolls,
Young Marble Giants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
LL Cool J,
The Five Americans,
Yazoo,
T.S.O.L.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pere Ubu,
The Mojo Men,
Moby Grape,
Althea and Donna,
Guru Guru,
Donald Byrd,
Reagan Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.