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 Congo and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 Wolf Eyes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wally Richardson,
Fat Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lyres,
Peter & Gordon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mad Mike,
The Move,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joyce Sims,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Minny Pops,
Sandy B,
Schoolly D,
R.M.O.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Agent Orange,
Absolute Body Control,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Supertramp,
Minutemen,
Hashim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aswad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Birthday Party,
Toni Rubio,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric Dolphy,
Rekid,
Parry Music,
The Real Kids,
Symarip,
A Certain Ratio,
Tears for Fears,
JFA,
E-Dancer,
Aloha Tigers,
Moby Grape,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dirtbombs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Popol Vuh,
In Retrospect,
Bush Tetras,
Al Stewart,
Underground Resistance,
The Evens,
Thee Headcoats,
Subhumans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.