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 Austria and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Blossom Toes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skriet,
Angry Samoans,
Sight & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hot Snakes,
Pierre Henry,
Joe Finger,
Lou Christie,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Interpol,
Buzzcocks,
The Angels of Light,
The Fire Engines,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Index,
Severed Heads,
Junior Murvin,
The Litter,
UT,
Idris Muhammad,
the Human League,
Stetsasonic,
Sun Ra,
Cecil Taylor,
Bill Near,
Toni Rubio,
ABBA,
Echospace,
Archie Shepp,
June Days,
A Certain Ratio,
Sex Pistols,
Kas Product,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kenny Larkin,
Pere Ubu,
Rosa Yemen,
Massinfluence,
Zapp,
Little Man,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Victims,
Whodini,
Loose Ends,
This Heat,
Jacques Brel,
Lower 48,
Pagans,
The Martian,
the Germs,
Suicide,
Hashim,
The Saints,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Janne Schatter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.