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 Seychelles and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Fatback Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Eric Dolphy,
Alphaville,
Japan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unrelated Segments,
Little Man,
Mary Jane Girls,
Y Pants,
Franke,
Lucky Dragons,
Mission of Burma,
Amazonics,
Yellowson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Leonard Cohen,
Piero Umiliani,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gun Club,
Talk Talk,
Fad Gadget,
Symarip,
Chris & Cosey,
Malaria!,
The Human League,
Eric Copeland,
EPMD,
Gregory Isaacs,
DJ Sneak,
Fat Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Heaven 17,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
New York Dolls,
The Wake,
Panda Bear,
Althea and Donna,
Arcadia,
Gang Starr,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soft Cell,
kango's stein massive,
X-101,
Brick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Byrd,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Slits,
Wings,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ituana,
Infiniti,
Can,
Neu!,
Ten City,
Banda Bassotti,
Fugazi,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.