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 Belarus and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Archie Shepp to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
cv313,
Severed Heads,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Germs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Whodini,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Stooges,
Clear Light,
Fugazi,
Pere Ubu,
Babytalk,
The Walker Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flipper,
Quantec,
Alison Limerick,
Little Man,
Y Pants,
Public Enemy,
Sandy B,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Golliwogs,
Mo-Dettes,
Sugar Minott,
Drive Like Jehu,
Susan Cadogan,
Schoolly D,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Neon Judgement,
Rosa Yemen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sparks,
Tubeway Army,
Marcia Griffiths,
Agent Orange,
Reagan Youth,
Yellowson,
Funky Four + One,
Sonic Youth,
F. McDonald,
Mr. Review,
Anakelly,
The Music Machine,
The Techniques,
Absolute Body Control,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David McCallum,
Todd Rundgren,
Soul II Soul,
Wasted Youth,
Colin Newman,
The Victims,
Accadde A,
Amon Düül II,
Rufus Thomas,
Supertramp,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.