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 Belize and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nation of Ulysses to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eve St. Jones,
Infiniti,
Accadde A,
Marc Almond,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Buckinghams,
June of 44,
Byron Stingily,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alison Limerick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Second Layer,
June Days,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chrome,
Cecil Taylor,
Pussy Galore,
Intrusion,
Pylon,
Sixth Finger,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ituana,
Graham Central Station,
Don Cherry,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonic Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
Neil Young,
Ten City,
Arthur Verocai,
Sällskapet,
Section 25,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ludus,
Harmonia,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Country Teasers,
Nas,
The Fortunes,
Bang On A Can,
The Durutti Column,
Babytalk,
Eurythmics,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jerry's Kids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pagans,
Visage,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.