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 Morocco and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Hutcherson 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Maleditus Sound,
Crime,
Hasil Adkins,
Porter Ricks,
The Raincoats,
Yellowson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Searchers,
Cameo,
The Invisible,
Basic Channel,
Eric Dolphy,
DJ Style,
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Certain Ratio,
Gong,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
ABBA,
Negative Approach,
Sight & Sound,
Moss Icon,
Warsaw,
Ponytail,
Vladislav Delay,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Christie,
Buzzcocks,
The Birthday Party,
Mission of Burma,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rod Modell,
Dual Sessions,
Main Source,
Colin Newman,
Roxette,
Scott Walker,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Erykah Badu,
Alice Coltrane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pere Ubu,
Kas Product,
Popol Vuh,
E-Dancer,
The United States of America,
The Standells,
Jacob Miller,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Neon Judgement,
Archie Shepp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Radio Birdman,
Moebius,
Half Japanese,
Blancmange,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.