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 Liberia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the punk 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Anthony Braxton,
Pantaleimon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Cale,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Hood,
Minny Pops,
Rites of Spring,
DJ Style,
China Crisis,
Panda Bear,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Sonics,
Brand Nubian,
Electric Light Orchestra,
a-ha,
Aloha Tigers,
Parry Music,
ABBA,
Amon Düül II,
The Raincoats,
The Wake,
The Skatalites,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Suburban Knight,
Suicide,
Yusef Lateef,
Sandy B,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Yazoo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bush Tetras,
Joe Smooth,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Grauzone,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deakin,
Brick,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Grass Roots,
The Gories,
Camouflage,
Sun City Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Rapeman,
Pierre Henry,
Little Man,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minutemen,
Guru Guru,
The Five Americans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Invisible,
New Age Steppers,
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.