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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Porter Ricks to the disco 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes 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?
Dorothy Ashby,
Kas Product,
Los Fastidios,
Pierre Henry,
Suburban Knight,
Unwound,
Gang Starr,
Bill Wells,
H. Thieme,
The Cure,
Terry Callier,
Barclay James Harvest,
Urselle,
The Vogues,
Arthur Verocai,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scan 7,
Hoover,
Leonard Cohen,
Amon Düül,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pussy Galore,
Interpol,
Second Layer,
Letta Mbulu,
Pantytec,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sound Behaviour,
DJ Style,
Jacques Brel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chris Corsano,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kayak,
Deepchord,
The Cowsills,
Organ,
Anthony Braxton,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Red Krayola,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lebanon Hanover,
Y Pants,
Make Up,
Zero Boys,
Moebius,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Happenings,
The Walker Brothers,
Rapeman,
Con Funk Shun,
Radio Birdman,
Half Japanese,
Peter & Gordon,
OOIOO,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.