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 Guinea-Bissau and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Neu!,
Man Parrish,
Fela Kuti,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Delta 5,
Al Stewart,
The Last Poets,
The Raincoats,
Wings,
Tres Demented,
Tears for Fears,
Amazonics,
This Heat,
John Lydon,
Crooked Eye,
Cecil Taylor,
Chris Corsano,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Spandau Ballet,
Jandek,
Lyres,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Stooges,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fall,
Patti Smith,
The Invisible,
the Human League,
R.M.O.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brothers Johnson,
Archie Shepp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Trumans Water,
Mo-Dettes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeru the Damaja,
D'Angelo,
Lower 48,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
the Association,
Gang Starr,
The Doors,
Gerry Rafferty,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Real Kids,
The Saints,
Simply Red,
Peter and Kerry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Prunes,
Bluetip,
Steve Hackett,
UT,
Derrick Morgan,
Altered Images,
The Monochrome Set,
Mark Hollis,
Schoolly D,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.