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 Botswana and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Colin Newman to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Camouflage,
Roger Hodgson,
Pantaleimon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nico,
The Gladiators,
One Last Wish,
ABC,
Groovy Waters,
The Barracudas,
Motorama,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Near,
The Gories,
Minutemen,
The Sonics,
Bang On A Can,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jandek,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flash Fearless,
John Lydon,
Harry Pussy,
Barrington Levy,
Basic Channel,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Saints,
Sex Pistols,
JFA,
Mark Hollis,
The Angels of Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Monks,
The Fuzztones,
Alphaville,
Eric Dolphy,
Zero Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hot Snakes,
Don Cherry,
Soft Cell,
Deadbeat,
Fela Kuti,
Kerri Chandler,
Ice-T,
The Music Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Con Funk Shun,
The Real Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
Infiniti,
Animal Collective,
The Divine Comedy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.