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 Djibouti and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Throbbing Gristle to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blossom Toes,
The Busters,
Hasil Adkins,
The J.B.'s,
Letta Mbulu,
Cheater Slicks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Liliput,
Simply Red,
The Stooges,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Echospace,
Black Flag,
Sonic Youth,
Ituana,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ken Boothe,
Bob Dylan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Beau Brummels,
Panda Bear,
Lalann,
The Durutti Column,
Roxy Music,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dead Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Funky Four + One,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Index,
Curtis Mayfield,
ABBA,
Ornette Coleman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Sherman,
Mad Mike,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Leonard Cohen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Maleditus Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Görl,
Crooked Eye,
Can,
Japan,
the Association,
Carl Craig,
Ten City,
The Shadows of Knight,
Intrusion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Maurizio,
Suburban Knight,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alison Limerick,
Neu!,
Ludus,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.