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 Tuvalu and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Little Man,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rotary Connection,
Man Parrish,
Infiniti,
Jacques Brel,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Womack,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sonic Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Camberwell Now,
The Fugs,
Alice Coltrane,
Bill Near,
The Sound,
The Doors,
Urselle,
Avey Tare,
Pylon,
Hot Snakes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sixth Finger,
Mission of Burma,
The Electric Prunes,
Electric Prunes,
Banda Bassotti,
Flash Fearless,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James White and The Blacks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gong,
The Young Rascals,
Max Romeo,
Livin' Joy,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed,
Gang Gang Dance,
Whodini,
Y Pants,
Quadrant,
Pole,
The Durutti Column,
Fear,
Agitation Free,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Reagan Youth,
Dawn Penn,
Radio Birdman,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Busters,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fuzztones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amazonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Derrick Morgan,
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.