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 United States and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Danielle Patucci to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '90s.
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 Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
U.S. Maple,
The Grass Roots,
X-Ray Spex,
Ice-T,
Wolf Eyes,
Main Source,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Pop Group,
Suicide,
Roy Ayers,
The United States of America,
Ultravox,
Neu!,
Leonard Cohen,
Bluetip,
Lyres,
Section 25,
Animal Collective,
The Cramps,
Joey Negro,
Hot Snakes,
Steve Hackett,
UT,
Excepter,
Sun City Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Scratch Acid,
Tom Boy,
Swell Maps,
Dark Day,
Spoonie Gee,
Scientists,
Malaria!,
Bang On A Can,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Cell,
DJ Sneak,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blake Baxter,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Görl,
The Names,
PIL,
Groovy Waters,
Con Funk Shun,
Lightning Bolt,
Yazoo,
Joyce Sims,
June Days,
Can,
Peter & Gordon,
The Vogues,
Matthew Halsall,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Make Up,
Toni Rubio,
Country Teasers,
Kevin Saunderson,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.