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 Paraguay and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Donald Byrd 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cecil Taylor,
Deepchord,
Warren Ellis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Steve Hackett,
Crime,
The Modern Lovers,
Ossler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aswad,
Nils Olav,
The Birthday Party,
Absolute Body Control,
Jandek,
The Wake,
Boredoms,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skriet,
Eve St. Jones,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang of Four,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed,
The Angels of Light,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Sheep,
New Age Steppers,
Harry Pussy,
Janne Schatter,
The Red Krayola,
Cheater Slicks,
Althea and Donna,
The Cure,
Spoonie Gee,
Max Romeo,
Suicide,
Hardrive,
The Black Dice,
The Raincoats,
Funkadelic,
10cc,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slackers,
Barry Ungar,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dead C,
Dead Boys,
Outsiders,
Mo-Dettes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
China Crisis,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joyce Sims,
Minny Pops,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultra Naté,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.