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 Kenya and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Franke to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Make Up,
kango's stein massive,
Black Flag,
Johnny Osbourne,
FM Einheit,
Lindisfarne,
The Skatalites,
F. McDonald,
Anthony Braxton,
R.M.O.,
Nico,
The Kinks,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fire Engines,
Bootsy Collins,
the Germs,
AZ,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soft Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
June of 44,
Marc Almond,
Magma,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Starr,
Lucky Dragons,
EPMD,
Amon Düül,
Cecil Taylor,
Dennis Brown,
a-ha,
Cluster,
La Düsseldorf,
MDC,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soul II Soul,
Altered Images,
Dual Sessions,
Rod Modell,
Yellowson,
The Last Poets,
Brick,
Interpol,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aaron Thompson,
Banda Bassotti,
Radiohead,
Robert Wyatt,
Lightning Bolt,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultravox,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Matthew Halsall,
Reagan Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
Stiv Bators,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.