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 Algeria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Lindisfarne to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Urselle,
Sam Rivers,
Oblivians,
H. Thieme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Niagra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Star Department,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sight & Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Marmalade,
Bang On A Can,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Starr,
The Sonics,
Rites of Spring,
Mad Mike,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pierre Henry,
The Selecter,
Das Ding,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun City Girls,
Soft Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jerry's Kids,
Prince Buster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Deakin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joe Finger,
Au Pairs,
The Cramps,
Zero Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Green,
Talk Talk,
Nirvana,
Roxy Music,
Swans,
Fugazi,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gap Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Don Cherry,
Joensuu 1685,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Litter,
Nick Fraelich,
Royal Trux,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.