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 Dominica and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marshall Jefferson to the jazz 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Section 25,
Delon & Dalcan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amon Düül II,
Sex Pistols,
Franke,
The Angels of Light,
Tubeway Army,
Thompson Twins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Inner City,
Deadbeat,
Absolute Body Control,
U.S. Maple,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Public Enemy,
The Durutti Column,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marvin Gaye,
Anthony Braxton,
Quando Quango,
Outsiders,
Supertramp,
The American Breed,
the Normal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cymande,
Carl Craig,
June of 44,
Girls At Our Best!,
Agitation Free,
Robert Wyatt,
Heaven 17,
48th St. Collective,
Nik Kershaw,
Kurtis Blow,
Zapp,
The Victims,
One Last Wish,
Robert Hood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Graham Central Station,
Babytalk,
Magazine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bootsy Collins,
Wasted Youth,
Royal Trux,
Nils Olav,
Pagans,
KRS-One,
Glenn Branca,
LL Cool J,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker,
Rufus Thomas,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.