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 Uruguay and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Juan Atkins to the disco 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Godley & Creme,
Livin' Joy,
Basic Channel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultravox,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Toni Rubio,
The Searchers,
Jerry's Kids,
Moebius,
Shoche,
Throbbing Gristle,
Procol Harum,
Banda Bassotti,
Michelle Simonal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Iggy Pop,
Brand Nubian,
Boz Scaggs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sällskapet,
Bill Wells,
Silicon Teens,
The Human League,
Audionom,
Rekid,
Index,
Zero Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Ice-T,
Faraquet,
Kurtis Blow,
Radiohead,
Supertramp,
David Bowie,
Carl Craig,
Oneida,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joy Division,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Sonics,
LL Cool J,
Piero Umiliani,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camberwell Now,
Boogie Down Productions,
Qualms,
Easy Going,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mummies,
David Axelrod,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lalann,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.