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 Nepal and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Michael McDonald 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the rock 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dead C,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nirvana,
Ponytail,
The Smoke,
Monks,
The Birthday Party,
Scion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Index,
K-Klass,
the Bar-Kays,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alison Limerick,
Sixth Finger,
Derrick Morgan,
Hardrive,
Thee Headcoats,
Kaleidoscope,
John Coltrane,
Albert Ayler,
Amon Düül,
Japan,
Scrapy,
Moby Grape,
Lou Christie,
Reuben Wilson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun City Girls,
Ice-T,
The Slits,
Rosa Yemen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lindisfarne,
The Tremeloes,
The Mummies,
Kas Product,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Martian,
Sister Nancy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pussy Galore,
The Vogues,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blossom Toes,
Don Cherry,
Bronski Beat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rufus Thomas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Idris Muhammad,
Bob Dylan,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.