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 Brazil and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Lyres,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wally Richardson,
Donald Byrd,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chrome,
The Slackers,
Aaron Thompson,
Radiohead,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Visage,
Deadbeat,
Yazoo,
Dorothy Ashby,
T. Rex,
Brass Construction,
Mad Mike,
Sparks,
Yellowson,
Chris Corsano,
AZ,
Minutemen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Colin Newman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Todd Terry,
Los Fastidios,
The Stooges,
The Buckinghams,
Scratch Acid,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ludus,
Fluxion,
Rites of Spring,
Ituana,
Eric Dolphy,
Michelle Simonal,
Traffic Nightmare,
Royal Trux,
Trumans Water,
Stockholm Monsters,
Josef K,
Terry Callier,
Monks,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Sheep,
Archie Shepp,
Delta 5,
The Fall,
The Divine Comedy,
Skriet,
Agitation Free,
The Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soulsonic Force,
Sugar Minott,
Kerri Chandler,
Funkadelic,
Janne Schatter,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Red Krayola,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.