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 Lebanon and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Infiniti to the techno 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
cv313,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gong,
One Last Wish,
Y Pants,
Fear,
The Skatalites,
Chris & Cosey,
The Knickerbockers,
Symarip,
Shuggie Otis,
Iggy Pop,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Graham Central Station,
Aural Exciters,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Count Five,
X-102,
The Young Rascals,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Electric Prunes,
EPMD,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Monks,
Youth Brigade,
Bootsy Collins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marvin Gaye,
Max Romeo,
Dead Boys,
the Swans,
The Residents,
KRS-One,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oblivians,
The Toasters,
The Walker Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Bill Near,
a-ha,
Hasil Adkins,
The Raincoats,
Ponytail,
Patti Smith,
Junior Murvin,
Ohio Players,
Donny Hathaway,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The United States of America,
Wally Richardson,
Chris Corsano,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Q and Not U,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Sherman,
Todd Terry,
Second Layer,
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bauhaus,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.