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 United States and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cal Tjader to the jazz 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Hasil Adkins,
Japan,
Hot Snakes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Colin Newman,
Metal Thangz,
Country Teasers,
Mad Mike,
Tres Demented,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roxette,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Urselle,
Funky Four + One,
Charles Mingus,
The Five Americans,
Surgeon,
Lalann,
Marmalade,
The Doors,
Dorothy Ashby,
Swell Maps,
Technova,
The Techniques,
Maurizio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Josef K,
Thee Headcoats,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Todd Rundgren,
Chrome,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ohio Players,
Henry Cow,
The Walker Brothers,
Soft Machine,
the Germs,
Bill Near,
Television Personalities,
China Crisis,
Fear,
Johnny Clarke,
Goldenarms,
The Evens,
Gabor Szabo,
Fat Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arthur Verocai,
Barry Ungar,
U.S. Maple,
Janne Schatter,
Y Pants,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.