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 Nicaragua and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Funkadelic to the punk 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
The Five Americans,
Boredoms,
Outsiders,
The Gap Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Toasters,
Cecil Taylor,
Ituana,
The Searchers,
Whodini,
Massinfluence,
T.S.O.L.,
Cybotron,
Subhumans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vladislav Delay,
Deadbeat,
Lindisfarne,
Camberwell Now,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Interpol,
Masters at Work,
Scrapy,
The Angels of Light,
The Kinks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pulsallama,
Delta 5,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Faraquet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
ABC,
Aswad,
Gerry Rafferty,
David McCallum,
Crooked Eye,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chris & Cosey,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pere Ubu,
the Bar-Kays,
Alton Ellis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crime,
Severed Heads,
The Smoke,
Funky Four + One,
Brothers Johnson,
R.M.O.,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brick,
Archie Shepp,
Lalann,
Barbara Tucker,
La Düsseldorf,
Khruangbin,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.