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 Korea North and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joe Finger to the funk 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Maurizio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dawn Penn,
Isaac Hayes,
Animal Collective,
CMW,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Circle Jerks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roger Hodgson,
Kayak,
Crime,
Wire,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Black Dice,
Quadrant,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sonics,
The Music Machine,
Ohio Players,
Andrew Hill,
The Move,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dark Day,
Rufus Thomas,
Soul II Soul,
The Selecter,
The Last Poets,
Fat Boys,
Popol Vuh,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Happenings,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Charles Mingus,
Q and Not U,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marmalade,
K-Klass,
Tomorrow,
U.S. Maple,
Average White Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joe Finger,
Rotary Connection,
The Walker Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Raincoats,
Robert Görl,
Derrick May,
ABBA,
Ituana,
MC5,
Model 500,
Wings,
Rod Modell,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.