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 Barbados and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Desert Stars,
Sam Rivers,
Livin' Joy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harmonia,
The Birthday Party,
Essential Logic,
Fad Gadget,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Suicide,
The United States of America,
Kenny Larkin,
Schoolly D,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barry Ungar,
The Young Rascals,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mandrill,
China Crisis,
Jandek,
Henry Cow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Loose Ends,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Faraquet,
Ultravox,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mummies,
Letta Mbulu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rosa Yemen,
Spoonie Gee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Darondo,
The Slits,
Ossler,
Chris & Cosey,
Charles Mingus,
Maleditus Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
K-Klass,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry's Kids,
U.S. Maple,
Minor Threat,
The Beau Brummels,
Scientists,
Visage,
Pole,
The Remains,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sonics,
Blancmange,
Eve St. Jones,
Lalann,
Angry Samoans,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.