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 Austria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Happenings to the dance 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Ten City,
Albert Ayler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Move,
Q65,
The Neon Judgement,
David Bowie,
Prince Buster,
Sam Rivers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Niagra,
The Slackers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dark Day,
Youth Brigade,
Dawn Penn,
Rekid,
Bill Wells,
JFA,
Qualms,
Echospace,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Green,
Jandek,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Moon,
The Angels of Light,
The New Christs,
Basic Channel,
Boz Scaggs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
Nirvana,
The Cure,
Derrick Morgan,
Los Fastidios,
Lalo Schifrin,
Charles Mingus,
The Fire Engines,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Sonics,
The Birthday Party,
Blancmange,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Donny Hathaway,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Blues Magoos,
FM Einheit,
Wally Richardson,
Trumans Water,
Icehouse,
Bronski Beat,
Ohio Players,
Bob Dylan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Symarip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.