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 Laos and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
The Fortunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Michelle Simonal,
Barrington Levy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yusef Lateef,
Tubeway Army,
Gang of Four,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Detroit Cobras,
Funky Four + One,
Brass Construction,
Sam Rivers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tommy Roe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Byrd,
Chris Corsano,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jimmy McGriff,
Slave,
Pulsallama,
David Axelrod,
Inner City,
Thompson Twins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Graham Central Station,
48th St. Collective,
Eddi Front,
New Order,
Warren Ellis,
Carl Craig,
Mark Hollis,
Agent Orange,
Joy Division,
The Wake,
The Fugs,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Green,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Letta Mbulu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
Ultra Naté,
Derrick May,
The Angels of Light,
Loose Ends,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Martian,
Brick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sister Nancy,
Make Up,
Swell Maps,
Kevin Saunderson,
Basic Channel,
Zapp,
Lightning Bolt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Star Department,
Black Pus,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.