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 South Sudan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Alton Ellis,
Pierre Henry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris & Cosey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
R.M.O.,
The Fugs,
Monks,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Bar-Kays,
Skarface,
Barry Ungar,
Mars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Unwound,
Tres Demented,
The Mummies,
F. McDonald,
Deadbeat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Divine Comedy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Archie Shepp,
Gabor Szabo,
Ronnie Foster,
Procol Harum,
a-ha,
Crooked Eye,
Ossler,
John Lydon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kenny Larkin,
Amazonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed,
the Association,
China Crisis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Das Ding,
Soft Cell,
Steve Hackett,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
One Last Wish,
Scott Walker,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dual Sessions,
Dead Boys,
Flipper,
the Soft Cell,
Jacob Miller,
Clear Light,
Silicon Teens,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.