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 Suriname and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Darondo,
John Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric Dolphy,
La Düsseldorf,
Sixth Finger,
The J.B.'s,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Infiniti,
Sonic Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soul Sonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fire Engines,
Slick Rick,
Japan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yusef Lateef,
Pylon,
Minutemen,
John Lydon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Todd Terry,
Mantronix,
Josef K,
Young Marble Giants,
Byron Stingily,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
K-Klass,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barry Ungar,
Ponytail,
The Moleskins,
Lower 48,
John Foxx,
Jacques Brel,
Cheater Slicks,
Amon Düül,
Rapeman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Names,
Erasure,
Warren Ellis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joy Division,
The Wake,
Tommy Roe,
Marine Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Nas,
Connie Case,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stereo Dub,
Hasil Adkins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vainqueur,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.