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 Armenia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 The Buckinghams to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
ABC,
Byron Stingily,
Alton Ellis,
Faust,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ossler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Siglo XX,
Unrelated Segments,
Charles Mingus,
Khruangbin,
The Grass Roots,
New Age Steppers,
Groovy Waters,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerrie Biddell,
Iggy Pop,
Ituana,
Colin Newman,
MDC,
Adolescents,
Scan 7,
Can,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric Dolphy,
Icehouse,
Blancmange,
The Birthday Party,
Sugar Minott,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ronan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moebius,
Yellowson,
The Fortunes,
Mad Mike,
Technova,
Junior Murvin,
the Swans,
Anakelly,
This Heat,
Deakin,
Soul II Soul,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Christie,
The Toasters,
Derrick May,
the Fania All-Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric Copeland,
Black Sheep,
The Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Skatalites,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.