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 Taiwan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Kaleidoscope to the punk 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Goldenarms,
Erykah Badu,
Black Flag,
Moss Icon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pulsallama,
a-ha,
Eli Mardock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jimmy McGriff,
The American Breed,
Royal Trux,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Procol Harum,
Sun City Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric Dolphy,
Fear,
Monolake,
Soft Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Dawn Penn,
The Five Americans,
Silicon Teens,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fluxion,
The Monks,
Kayak,
Drexciya,
Nico,
Neu!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Tremeloes,
The Gap Band,
Rites of Spring,
Jeff Mills,
Supertramp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wire,
The Gun Club,
Intrusion,
Livin' Joy,
Chrome,
Amon Düül,
Tears for Fears,
Todd Terry,
Eden Ahbez,
Icehouse,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Das Ding,
Soul II Soul,
Crash Course in Science,
Soulsonic Force,
Con Funk Shun,
Ronnie Foster,
MC5,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.