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 Azerbaijan and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Lightning Bolt to the rap 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
H. Thieme,
Dead Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Das Ding,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeff Mills,
Swell Maps,
Deadbeat,
Albert Ayler,
MC5,
Roy Ayers,
Sister Nancy,
Country Teasers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Tommy Roe,
Moebius,
Audionom,
The Trojans,
48th St. Collective,
Amon Düül,
Barrington Levy,
the Normal,
Supertramp,
Scott Walker,
Monks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bad Manners,
Young Marble Giants,
John Foxx,
OOIOO,
Kayak,
Joe Smooth,
The Velvet Underground,
The United States of America,
Half Japanese,
Barclay James Harvest,
ABC,
Maleditus Sound,
K-Klass,
Hashim,
Technova,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harry Pussy,
Cecil Taylor,
Lindisfarne,
Popol Vuh,
Ronnie Foster,
Bauhaus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flash Fearless,
New York Dolls,
The Mummies,
Fat Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Coltrane,
The Grass Roots,
The Motions,
EPMD,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.