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 Albania and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Faraquet to the rap 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Half Japanese,
Zero Boys,
Monks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Moleskins,
The Monochrome Set,
Toni Rubio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scratch Acid,
Henry Cow,
Chrome,
Franke,
The Selecter,
Jandek,
Moby Grape,
Sparks,
Letta Mbulu,
The Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
KRS-One,
Kenny Larkin,
Underground Resistance,
Young Marble Giants,
Country Teasers,
The Names,
Sonic Youth,
The Evens,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Malaria!,
The Dead C,
Ornette Coleman,
Qualms,
Robert Wyatt,
David Bowie,
The New Christs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crime,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lungfish,
New Order,
the Slits,
The Cure,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fat Boys,
The Gun Club,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scientists,
Harpers Bizarre,
Colin Newman,
the Swans,
Monolake,
Brothers Johnson,
Vladislav Delay,
In Retrospect,
Depeche Mode,
Can,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.