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 Antigua and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Boz Scaggs to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
K-Klass,
Dual Sessions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Golliwogs,
Echospace,
Q and Not U,
the Bar-Kays,
Amazonics,
Ultravox,
Rufus Thomas,
Camberwell Now,
Motorama,
Max Romeo,
Aswad,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Starr,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobbi Humphrey,
AZ,
Black Pus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Anthony Braxton,
Wally Richardson,
Make Up,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Electric Prunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
Bill Wells,
Can,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Laurel Aitken,
Heaven 17,
Wings,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeff Lynne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Negative Approach,
Albert Ayler,
Arcadia,
the Swans,
Jerry's Kids,
Tommy Roe,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crash Course in Science,
David Bowie,
Technova,
Amon Düül II,
Underground Resistance,
Warsaw,
Basic Channel,
Slave,
Public Enemy,
The Mojo Men,
Jawbox,
The Walker Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.