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 Congo and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
The Buckinghams,
Reagan Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
Charles Mingus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Negative Approach,
Sex Pistols,
Black Bananas,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dirtbombs,
World's Most,
Adolescents,
B.T. Express,
The American Breed,
Minutemen,
The Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Roger Hodgson,
Inner City,
Eli Mardock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sixth Finger,
Peter and Kerry,
Howard Jones,
Prince Buster,
Dawn Penn,
The Gap Band,
Sonic Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Angry Samoans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oneida,
Bluetip,
Duran Duran,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Au Pairs,
Gong,
Sound Behaviour,
The Last Poets,
Donald Byrd,
Heaven 17,
Eurythmics,
Suburban Knight,
Can,
Y Pants,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Coltrane,
Chris Corsano,
The Dead C,
Das Ding,
Delta 5,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cowsills,
The Angels of Light,
Radiohead,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Saccharine Trust,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.