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 Tanzania and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Derrick Morgan to the funk 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
The Electric Prunes,
Piero Umiliani,
Khruangbin,
Bronski Beat,
Trumans Water,
Japan,
Graham Central Station,
Drexciya,
The Barracudas,
Steve Hackett,
The Dirtbombs,
Loose Ends,
Todd Terry,
Terry Callier,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dead C,
Shoche,
Stetsasonic,
Monks,
Kas Product,
Bauhaus,
Model 500,
Maleditus Sound,
Jawbox,
Young Marble Giants,
Porter Ricks,
Cameo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Leaves,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Residents,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Niagra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Al Stewart,
Ken Boothe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Wyatt,
Liliput,
Sister Nancy,
The Red Krayola,
Fear,
Neu!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Erasure,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barry Ungar,
The Fuzztones,
Leonard Cohen,
X-102,
Boogie Down Productions,
MC5,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Saccharine Trust,
The Offenders,
Fela Kuti,
Arthur Verocai,
Sexual Harrassment,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.