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 Botswana and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Archie Shepp to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mark Hollis,
Schoolly D,
Skaos,
The Fortunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Swans,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gabor Szabo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Spandau Ballet,
Archie Shepp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Moon,
Yellowson,
Ice-T,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Star Department,
The Red Krayola,
Bronski Beat,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Vogues,
The Monochrome Set,
Man Parrish,
Erykah Badu,
Dual Sessions,
Faust,
Technova,
The Gladiators,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Loose Ends,
Black Pus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Procol Harum,
Radiohead,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crime,
Faraquet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rekid,
Groovy Waters,
Ludus,
Stetsasonic,
The Leaves,
Outsiders,
Johnny Clarke,
Y Pants,
kango's stein massive,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.