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 Senegal and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cecil Taylor to the rap 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chris & Cosey,
Talk Talk,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gun Club,
Traffic Nightmare,
Swell Maps,
Desert Stars,
Rotary Connection,
Tears for Fears,
Bizarre Inc.,
Accadde A,
Prince Buster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
F. McDonald,
Animal Collective,
The Cowsills,
Moss Icon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Schoolly D,
New Age Steppers,
Alison Limerick,
Boz Scaggs,
Yusef Lateef,
The Saints,
Duran Duran,
The Techniques,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun Ra,
Rites of Spring,
Bootsy Collins,
Patti Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Bill Near,
Gichy Dan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aswad,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Max Romeo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
D'Angelo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Severed Heads,
Hashim,
Ronan,
Joe Finger,
Colin Newman,
The Slackers,
June of 44,
Oblivians,
Agitation Free,
June Days,
Arab on Radar,
Zero Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.