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 Vanuatu and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Unwound to the grime 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
David Axelrod,
Vainqueur,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Panda Bear,
Shuggie Otis,
Roger Hodgson,
AZ,
Brass Construction,
Bush Tetras,
Lindisfarne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scan 7,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Wells,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sarah Menescal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Delta 5,
Kas Product,
Moby Grape,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chrome,
L. Decosne,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fugs,
Laurel Aitken,
Pagans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare,
Black Flag,
The Remains,
Dawn Penn,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minutemen,
X-102,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Carl Craig,
the Bar-Kays,
The Index,
The Move,
Robert Wyatt,
Eurythmics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eddi Front,
Minny Pops,
Jeff Mills,
Arab on Radar,
Joy Division,
Nirvana,
the Slits,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.