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 United States and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cecil Taylor to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Joe Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ken Boothe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tears for Fears,
Howard Jones,
Guru Guru,
Idris Muhammad,
Hashim,
The Star Department,
LL Cool J,
Moss Icon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Livin' Joy,
Malaria!,
Porter Ricks,
AZ,
Y Pants,
Altered Images,
Kevin Saunderson,
Absolute Body Control,
Minor Threat,
Althea and Donna,
The Invisible,
The Motions,
Ten City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eddi Front,
Cluster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Connie Case,
China Crisis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Moleskins,
Drexciya,
Kaleidoscope,
Siglo XX,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Hood,
Quantec,
Joyce Sims,
Arthur Verocai,
Anthony Braxton,
Erykah Badu,
Radiohead,
Suicide,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gap Band,
Main Source,
Cymande,
Sexual Harrassment,
Theoretical Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moby Grape,
The Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.