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 Mozambique and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the funk 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
The Dead C,
Crash Course in Science,
Ronnie Foster,
Television Personalities,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jandek,
cv313,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Buckinghams,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Slits,
The Wake,
The Knickerbockers,
Roxy Music,
Hot Snakes,
Rakim,
JFA,
Slave,
ABC,
Dave Gahan,
Icehouse,
Bobby Byrd,
Parry Music,
Freddie Wadling,
The New Christs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Görl,
Pussy Galore,
Derrick May,
The Neon Judgement,
Max Romeo,
Sällskapet,
The Leaves,
Joey Negro,
The Remains,
Jeru the Damaja,
Warren Ellis,
Don Cherry,
Qualms,
Whodini,
Cecil Taylor,
Niagra,
Graham Central Station,
Johnny Osbourne,
James White and The Blacks,
Procol Harum,
The Gladiators,
Guru Guru,
The Count Five,
Clear Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Pretty Things,
Prince Buster,
Public Enemy,
Zapp,
Lindisfarne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Agitation Free,
Chris Corsano,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Subhumans,
Howard Jones,
Barrington Levy,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.