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 Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Eric Dolphy to the techno 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Oblivians,
Maurizio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare,
Aswad,
Quando Quango,
Jerry's Kids,
The Electric Prunes,
DJ Style,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tres Demented,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Piero Umiliani,
Joyce Sims,
Chrome,
Cameo,
Wasted Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Franke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
8 Eyed Spy,
Davy DMX,
The Happenings,
The Smiths,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultra Naté,
Bluetip,
Grandmaster Flash,
Index,
Iggy Pop,
Surgeon,
Adolescents,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Dolphy,
Cal Tjader,
X-101,
Sällskapet,
cv313,
Mark Hollis,
Qualms,
Darondo,
John Coltrane,
Ronan,
Roy Ayers,
The Saints,
Simply Red,
The Offenders,
Heaven 17,
Soul Sonic Force,
Anakelly,
Pantytec,
Thee Headcoats,
Archie Shepp,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.