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 Slovakia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the rap 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Neon Judgement,
The Music Machine,
Gang of Four,
D'Angelo,
Motorama,
Rakim,
Radiohead,
Parry Music,
The Gladiators,
Joy Division,
Lyres,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Spandau Ballet,
Don Cherry,
New Age Steppers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New York Dolls,
Pylon,
Josef K,
Colin Newman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nas,
Matthew Halsall,
Bill Near,
The Victims,
Pharoah Sanders,
Circle Jerks,
The Cramps,
The Dead C,
Rekid,
Easy Going,
These Immortal Souls,
Letta Mbulu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Grass Roots,
Man Parrish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hoover,
Ralphi Rosario,
Faraquet,
Massinfluence,
The Cowsills,
Marcia Griffiths,
Simply Red,
Yaz,
Flash Fearless,
The Mummies,
cv313,
Pagans,
Wally Richardson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yazoo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Swell Maps,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Associates,
X-102,
The Red Krayola,
Iggy Pop,
Hardrive,
Terry Callier,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.