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 Mali and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the disco 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
June of 44,
Junior Murvin,
Simply Red,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harmonia,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Divine Comedy,
Fear,
Sarah Menescal,
Kerri Chandler,
Susan Cadogan,
The Seeds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moby Grape,
Pierre Henry,
B.T. Express,
Marine Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lower 48,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cymande,
The Pretty Things,
Fad Gadget,
The Smoke,
Arthur Verocai,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Anakelly,
Aloha Tigers,
Cal Tjader,
These Immortal Souls,
10cc,
The Red Krayola,
Malaria!,
Yaz,
Excepter,
Maurizio,
Oblivians,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Byrd,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mantronix,
Underground Resistance,
Arab on Radar,
Skaos,
F. McDonald,
Scion,
Minutemen,
Jeff Mills,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deakin,
Laurel Aitken,
Johnny Osbourne,
New Age Steppers,
Bauhaus,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.