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 Vanuatu and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Raincoats to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Janne Schatter,
Kurtis Blow,
Ten City,
Ludus,
Sight & Sound,
The Victims,
Albert Ayler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pantytec,
kango's stein massive,
The Gladiators,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Negative Approach,
Aswad,
Severed Heads,
Oblivians,
Underground Resistance,
Harmonia,
the Slits,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Star Department,
The Cowsills,
Reuben Wilson,
Nico,
Eden Ahbez,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sarah Menescal,
Jawbox,
The Litter,
Q and Not U,
Mandrill,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Misunderstood,
Henry Cow,
the Association,
Jacques Brel,
Depeche Mode,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moebius,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Martian,
Fad Gadget,
Steve Hackett,
Tommy Roe,
Erykah Badu,
The New Christs,
Minny Pops,
Susan Cadogan,
Heaven 17,
Faraquet,
Nick Fraelich,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alton Ellis,
FM Einheit,
Deadbeat,
Marine Girls,
Basic Channel,
Section 25,
Angry Samoans,
Inner City,
Amazonics,
Television Personalities,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.