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 Sweden and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the electroclash 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Theoretical Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry's Kids,
K-Klass,
Arab on Radar,
Rotary Connection,
The Selecter,
Yusef Lateef,
Basic Channel,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Hood,
Chris & Cosey,
Malaria!,
The Martian,
New York Dolls,
The Fire Engines,
Interpol,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eden Ahbez,
Spoonie Gee,
In Retrospect,
Make Up,
Depeche Mode,
Steve Hackett,
Glenn Branca,
Susan Cadogan,
Darondo,
Faust,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeff Mills,
Brass Construction,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mojo Men,
X-101,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric Copeland,
Easy Going,
The Buckinghams,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mad Mike,
This Heat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thompson Twins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scratch Acid,
Nils Olav,
Shoche,
Yellowson,
Babytalk,
Inner City,
Panda Bear,
These Immortal Souls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
FM Einheit,
The Walker Brothers,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.