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 Togo and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 Stockholm Monsters to the techno 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
The Barracudas,
Tom Boy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Procol Harum,
Sonic Youth,
The Red Krayola,
Traffic Nightmare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
Letta Mbulu,
Dennis Brown,
PIL,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed,
Unwound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Smiths,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Juan Atkins,
Boz Scaggs,
Ronan,
Black Flag,
Lalann,
Sex Pistols,
Frankie Knuckles,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Unrelated Segments,
Cecil Taylor,
Idris Muhammad,
Soft Machine,
Desert Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
La Düsseldorf,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sexual Harrassment,
Howard Jones,
Fad Gadget,
The Dead C,
Rotary Connection,
Bluetip,
The Tremeloes,
The Monochrome Set,
Mantronix,
Barrington Levy,
the Human League,
Kas Product,
Hasil Adkins,
Outsiders,
The Flesh Eaters,
DJ Style,
Eurythmics,
Ornette Coleman,
U.S. Maple,
Technova,
The Raincoats,
Carl Craig,
Babytalk,
Robert Hood,
Dual Sessions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.