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 Antigua and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joensuu 1685 to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Brass Construction,
Colin Newman,
The Music Machine,
Flash Fearless,
The Neon Judgement,
Loose Ends,
Albert Ayler,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quando Quango,
The Cure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Green,
Public Image Ltd.,
Morten Harket,
Tubeway Army,
Minnie Riperton,
Fatback Band,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fire Engines,
Tropical Tobacco,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultra Naté,
The Red Krayola,
FM Einheit,
Maurizio,
Swell Maps,
Dark Day,
Model 500,
Terry Callier,
The Last Poets,
X-101,
Stetsasonic,
Piero Umiliani,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Essential Logic,
Pussy Galore,
the Sonics,
Dawn Penn,
The Young Rascals,
The Grass Roots,
Graham Central Station,
The Blackbyrds,
Idris Muhammad,
The Index,
Glenn Branca,
Harry Pussy,
The Barracudas,
Erykah Badu,
Suicide,
Max Romeo,
Whodini,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Martian,
Lakeside,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pantytec,
Siglo XX,
The Skatalites,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.