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 Mexico and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gang Starr to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
Amon Düül II,
The Walker Brothers,
Marine Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pussy Galore,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Görl,
Dawn Penn,
New York Dolls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mandrill,
Lakeside,
Khruangbin,
Idris Muhammad,
T. Rex,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fugs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Darondo,
Agitation Free,
Skriet,
Quadrant,
Ronnie Foster,
Soul Sonic Force,
B.T. Express,
Wolf Eyes,
Aaron Thompson,
Bill Near,
F. McDonald,
Harmonia,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott Heron,
10cc,
The Red Krayola,
Oblivians,
Gong,
New Age Steppers,
Donny Hathaway,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lucky Dragons,
Qualms,
Simply Red,
the Bar-Kays,
The Wake,
Scion,
The Techniques,
LL Cool J,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Cale,
The Star Department,
Barbara Tucker,
Spandau Ballet,
Fatback Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.