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 Italy and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tropical Tobacco to the crunk 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ludus,
Q and Not U,
Marine Girls,
Goldenarms,
Soulsonic Force,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stereo Dub,
Alice Coltrane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gories,
Faust,
Josef K,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Depeche Mode,
FM Einheit,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flipper,
Public Enemy,
Rosa Yemen,
Altered Images,
Desert Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eve St. Jones,
Sarah Menescal,
Dawn Penn,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fat Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Connie Case,
Vainqueur,
Archie Shepp,
Zero Boys,
Aural Exciters,
DNA,
David Bowie,
Electric Prunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rotary Connection,
Scan 7,
Minny Pops,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Electric Prunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Young Marble Giants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Don Cherry,
Mars,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Durutti Column,
Cymande,
The Stooges,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gap Band,
Silicon Teens,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Junior Murvin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.