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 Ivory Coast and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the rap 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
John Lydon,
Archie Shepp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Henry Cow,
The Cowsills,
The Saints,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Halsall,
Faust,
Ornette Coleman,
Faraquet,
The Victims,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deadbeat,
The Slackers,
The Selecter,
Oneida,
Kas Product,
John Cale,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soulsonic Force,
48th St. Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Laurel Aitken,
Cybotron,
Lindisfarne,
Ponytail,
Kaleidoscope,
Donald Byrd,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Babytalk,
The Litter,
Ken Boothe,
Mark Hollis,
Ituana,
The Evens,
Organ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marmalade,
Joensuu 1685,
Fela Kuti,
Roxette,
Visage,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fortunes,
Ronan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sonic Youth,
Flipper,
The Misunderstood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Alarm Clocks,
Man Parrish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cluster,
Schoolly D,
Metal Thangz,
Cheater Slicks,
Gabor Szabo,
the Slits,
Supertramp,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.