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 Romania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the grime 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Beau Brummels,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Moleskins,
Procol Harum,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang of Four,
Suburban Knight,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Henry Cow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mojo Men,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Hood,
Matthew Halsall,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric Dolphy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Görl,
Roxette,
The Blues Magoos,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-102,
Neu!,
Sam Rivers,
Make Up,
Crime,
Jacob Miller,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
James White and The Blacks,
Whodini,
Crash Course in Science,
Mandrill,
Saccharine Trust,
Ponytail,
Young Marble Giants,
Massinfluence,
Anakelly,
Rakim,
Robert Wyatt,
The New Christs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scientists,
Todd Rundgren,
Sight & Sound,
Heaven 17,
Iggy Pop,
Oblivians,
A Certain Ratio,
Kenny Larkin,
Liliput,
Neil Young,
Pierre Henry,
Dave Gahan,
Eddi Front,
Throbbing Gristle,
Severed Heads,
Sparks,
Accadde A,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.