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 Morocco and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 MC5 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Slave,
Can,
The Star Department,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Tremeloes,
Blake Baxter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Skatalites,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sound Behaviour,
Suburban Knight,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang of Four,
Television Personalities,
Depeche Mode,
Barrington Levy,
Joe Finger,
Ludus,
Moss Icon,
H. Thieme,
Barbara Tucker,
Tres Demented,
The Searchers,
Zero Boys,
D'Angelo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mission of Burma,
Stockholm Monsters,
Agitation Free,
Alice Coltrane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Coltrane,
Spoonie Gee,
Q and Not U,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Prunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nas,
Jerry's Kids,
The Angels of Light,
The Monochrome Set,
Lalo Schifrin,
T. Rex,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Birthday Party,
The Litter,
Das Ding,
Don Cherry,
the Association,
The United States of America,
Yusef Lateef,
Gerry Rafferty,
Warsaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fire Engines,
The Kinks,
Essential Logic,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.