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 Tanzania and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 48th St. Collective to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Wings,
The Cure,
Connie Case,
Rhythm & Sound,
Severed Heads,
Dark Day,
Isaac Hayes,
Pylon,
The Litter,
Camberwell Now,
ABC,
Y Pants,
Swell Maps,
Monks,
Sarah Menescal,
Scan 7,
a-ha,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lakeside,
Yusef Lateef,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scientists,
Lucky Dragons,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eden Ahbez,
Pussy Galore,
Mandrill,
The Black Dice,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Simply Red,
Cecil Taylor,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Todd Rundgren,
Japan,
X-Ray Spex,
Matthew Bourne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Standells,
Bush Tetras,
DNA,
The Moleskins,
the Germs,
Sugar Minott,
New York Dolls,
Pulsallama,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The United States of America,
The Leaves,
Groovy Waters,
Mars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
cv313,
Ken Boothe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lower 48,
Scion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nico,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.