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 Finland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro 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 Terry Callier to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Magma,
Amon Düül II,
UT,
L. Decosne,
Wings,
The Fugs,
FM Einheit,
Animal Collective,
Ken Boothe,
Gang of Four,
The Techniques,
Letta Mbulu,
Bronski Beat,
Boredoms,
The Pop Group,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fire Engines,
Zapp,
The Victims,
The Trojans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Smoke,
Todd Rundgren,
Con Funk Shun,
Donald Byrd,
The Saints,
The Sound,
New Order,
Yellowson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glambeats Corp.,
Altered Images,
Eric B and Rakim,
World's Most,
The Stooges,
Crime,
the Normal,
Pole,
New York Dolls,
Second Layer,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Red Krayola,
The Cramps,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kayak,
Delta 5,
Niagra,
Subhumans,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Lydon,
Pierre Henry,
Fatback Band,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.