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 Mauritania and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Toni Rubio to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lalann,
Q and Not U,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Theoretical Girls,
The Last Poets,
Sonny Sharrock,
Goldenarms,
The Misunderstood,
Hardrive,
Pantaleimon,
Symarip,
Warsaw,
Quando Quango,
OOIOO,
Robert Hood,
Black Pus,
The Happenings,
The Neon Judgement,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Can,
The Dave Clark Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Suburban Knight,
Altered Images,
Whodini,
Patti Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Piero Umiliani,
The Stooges,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sister Nancy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
One Last Wish,
Soulsonic Force,
Massinfluence,
New Order,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-101,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sparks,
Yellowson,
The J.B.'s,
Joyce Sims,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rosa Yemen,
Scrapy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Newcleus,
The Slackers,
Bluetip,
Liliput,
Main Source,
Rakim,
Tubeway Army,
Susan Cadogan,
a-ha,
Eric Dolphy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.