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 Thailand and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Arcadia to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Sheep,
Skaos,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minutemen,
A Certain Ratio,
John Coltrane,
Ossler,
The Golliwogs,
The Mojo Men,
Sun City Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wings,
Fluxion,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terrestrial Tones,
Subhumans,
The Grass Roots,
The American Breed,
Barrington Levy,
Pantaleimon,
Little Man,
James White and The Blacks,
The Move,
Scott Walker,
Marvin Gaye,
Jandek,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Malaria!,
E-Dancer,
Neu!,
The Last Poets,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Graham Central Station,
Guru Guru,
The Evens,
Panda Bear,
The Standells,
Angry Samoans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Maurizio,
Michelle Simonal,
Sight & Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Soul II Soul,
Cluster,
Black Bananas,
Cybotron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Negative Approach,
Brothers Johnson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pole,
Piero Umiliani,
The Raincoats,
Mo-Dettes,
Das Ding,
Technova,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.