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 Afghanistan and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
John Coltrane,
Pierre Henry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dennis Brown,
The Fuzztones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tim Buckley,
Bob Dylan,
Tomorrow,
Aaron Thompson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Star Department,
Bobby Sherman,
CMW,
Lungfish,
Qualms,
Whodini,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Electric Prunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun Ra,
John Cale,
Loose Ends,
Lee Hazlewood,
Idris Muhammad,
MDC,
Yazoo,
Cal Tjader,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-Ray Spex,
These Immortal Souls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tropical Tobacco,
Alton Ellis,
K-Klass,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rod Modell,
Andrew Hill,
The Modern Lovers,
Banda Bassotti,
Fat Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joe Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flipper,
Underground Resistance,
Graham Central Station,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nas,
Severed Heads,
The Slackers,
One Last Wish,
Sam Rivers,
Amon Düül,
The Buckinghams,
Rufus Thomas,
Liliput,
Dawn Penn,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scrapy,
The Cure,
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.