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 Ghana and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Big Daddy Kane to the techno 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
The New Christs,
The Red Krayola,
Harmonia,
The Techniques,
Jeff Mills,
Gabor Szabo,
Swell Maps,
Kerrie Biddell,
Warsaw,
Rekid,
10cc,
Aaron Thompson,
Agitation Free,
The Star Department,
E-Dancer,
ABC,
Essential Logic,
Matthew Bourne,
H. Thieme,
DJ Style,
Whodini,
Theoretical Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chris Corsano,
Faraquet,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Beau Brummels,
Absolute Body Control,
AZ,
kango's stein massive,
Banda Bassotti,
Section 25,
Bluetip,
Blake Baxter,
The Angels of Light,
Siglo XX,
Bill Wells,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chris & Cosey,
Flash Fearless,
Babytalk,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scratch Acid,
Lakeside,
The Busters,
Outsiders,
Wolf Eyes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Byrd,
Blossom Toes,
Q65,
Underground Resistance,
Max Romeo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Swans,
Sam Rivers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric Dolphy,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.