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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eric Dolphy to the grunge 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Harpers Bizarre,
Babytalk,
Nico,
Frankie Knuckles,
Prince Buster,
Drexciya,
Pantaleimon,
Reagan Youth,
Dead Boys,
Accadde A,
The Fuzztones,
Rosa Yemen,
Blancmange,
Soul Sonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Selecter,
Joy Division,
Blossom Toes,
The Cramps,
Depeche Mode,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arthur Verocai,
B.T. Express,
Jawbox,
Echospace,
The Velvet Underground,
X-Ray Spex,
Quadrant,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Warren Ellis,
The Divine Comedy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Archie Shepp,
Junior Murvin,
Ken Boothe,
Malaria!,
The New Christs,
The Angels of Light,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gun Club,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
LL Cool J,
Aaron Thompson,
EPMD,
Visage,
Howard Jones,
Siglo XX,
Mark Hollis,
Kaleidoscope,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Japan,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.