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 Saudi Arabia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Letta Mbulu to the grunge 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Buzzcocks,
Von Mondo,
Ten City,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gun Club,
Ice-T,
Das Ding,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lakeside,
Popol Vuh,
Kaleidoscope,
Skriet,
Shoche,
Jeff Mills,
Second Layer,
Lou Christie,
David Bowie,
Robert Wyatt,
Spoonie Gee,
Quadrant,
Ossler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rod Modell,
David McCallum,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Funkadelic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ludus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soulsonic Force,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Last Poets,
Boz Scaggs,
Glambeats Corp.,
AZ,
Cecil Taylor,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Urselle,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Görl,
The Smoke,
Flash Fearless,
K-Klass,
Ultravox,
Bluetip,
Organ,
cv313,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dawn Penn,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gories,
The Leaves,
Yellowson,
Amon Düül,
Jeru the Damaja,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.