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 Morocco and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sam Rivers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Wings,
The Buckinghams,
Alice Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Moon,
Rufus Thomas,
Wally Richardson,
Little Man,
Blancmange,
Sugar Minott,
Jeff Lynne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yaz,
the Swans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Isaac Hayes,
New York Dolls,
David Bowie,
Mandrill,
The Durutti Column,
the Germs,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kenny Larkin,
Schoolly D,
Rosa Yemen,
Babytalk,
Hashim,
ABC,
Lou Reed,
Cecil Taylor,
Electric Prunes,
The Mummies,
Deadbeat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grey Daturas,
Erykah Badu,
Don Cherry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sex Pistols,
Roxy Music,
Agent Orange,
Marine Girls,
Oblivians,
John Coltrane,
The Techniques,
Niagra,
Bluetip,
Derrick May,
Aswad,
the Human League,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.