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 Guinea and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Subhumans to the punk 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
John Coltrane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kaleidoscope,
Isaac Hayes,
One Last Wish,
Connie Case,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yellowson,
Wolf Eyes,
Shuggie Otis,
The Wake,
Index,
The Invisible,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Seeds,
Max Romeo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hot Snakes,
Wally Richardson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Erasure,
Groovy Waters,
Saccharine Trust,
Anthony Braxton,
Alison Limerick,
Ultravox,
This Heat,
Sällskapet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Andrew Hill,
The Blackbyrds,
Dave Gahan,
The Gladiators,
Agent Orange,
John Holt,
the Soft Cell,
Banda Bassotti,
Stereo Dub,
Interpol,
Terrestrial Tones,
Delon & Dalcan,
48th St. Collective,
Popol Vuh,
The Trojans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New Age Steppers,
Organ,
Monks,
Sun City Girls,
The Angels of Light,
The Cowsills,
Schoolly D,
Gang of Four,
Lungfish,
Urselle,
Thompson Twins,
Nils Olav,
The Birthday Party,
B.T. Express,
Eric Copeland,
DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace.
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.