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 Serbia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Peter & Gordon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Animal Collective,
Dead Boys,
Infiniti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Zeros,
The Index,
Bobby Sherman,
Alison Limerick,
Don Cherry,
Robert Hood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crime,
Das Ding,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pagans,
Sällskapet,
Groovy Waters,
Yazoo,
Brand Nubian,
Grauzone,
KRS-One,
Procol Harum,
The Red Krayola,
Bush Tetras,
Moby Grape,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeff Mills,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Gang Dance,
10cc,
Lyres,
Sister Nancy,
Howard Jones,
Public Enemy,
Deakin,
Radiohead,
Joe Finger,
Monks,
Loose Ends,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tommy Roe,
A Certain Ratio,
The Knickerbockers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deadbeat,
Mantronix,
This Heat,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Newcleus,
H. Thieme,
Minnie Riperton,
Arthur Verocai,
Babytalk,
The Fire Engines,
Curtis Mayfield,
In Retrospect,
Drexciya,
Cecil Taylor,
David Bowie,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.