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 Uzbekistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alton Ellis to the disco 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Eric Copeland,
Chris Corsano,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Dolphy,
The Seeds,
Public Enemy,
Alphaville,
Scion,
Liliput,
Procol Harum,
The Raincoats,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sarah Menescal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lakeside,
Trumans Water,
John Coltrane,
Gabor Szabo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sound Behaviour,
Rufus Thomas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aural Exciters,
The Mummies,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harmonia,
ABBA,
June Days,
Talk Talk,
Lower 48,
Howard Jones,
Kenny Larkin,
Yellowson,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Blackbyrds,
Grey Daturas,
Steve Hackett,
Dennis Brown,
The Electric Prunes,
Guru Guru,
a-ha,
The Searchers,
Bang On A Can,
Prince Buster,
Tim Buckley,
Drexciya,
The Modern Lovers,
DNA,
The Buckinghams,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Don Cherry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The J.B.'s,
Sun City Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.