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 Vietnam and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the techno 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
The Martian,
Surgeon,
Funky Four + One,
Subhumans,
Mission of Burma,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Green,
The Count Five,
Accadde A,
John Holt,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wire,
Ken Boothe,
Grauzone,
Rosa Yemen,
The Saints,
Ultravox,
DJ Style,
Public Image Ltd.,
PIL,
DNA,
Fad Gadget,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ponytail,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deakin,
Ice-T,
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker,
Bob Dylan,
Neil Young,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott Heron,
Morten Harket,
Easy Going,
Erykah Badu,
Public Enemy,
New Age Steppers,
Bluetip,
Tropical Tobacco,
Severed Heads,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun City Girls,
The Barracudas,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Bar-Kays,
T. Rex,
Hasil Adkins,
Dawn Penn,
Howard Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pierre Henry,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.