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 Slovakia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Barrington Levy to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Man Parrish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerri Chandler,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scion,
Scott Walker,
Todd Rundgren,
Sound Behaviour,
Livin' Joy,
Eve St. Jones,
Index,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Stiv Bators,
Anthony Braxton,
The Seeds,
The Offenders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pantytec,
Mission of Burma,
Minny Pops,
Bush Tetras,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
James White and The Blacks,
Model 500,
Boz Scaggs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Motorama,
Slick Rick,
The Modern Lovers,
Franke,
Jandek,
The Remains,
The Martian,
D'Angelo,
Sun Ra,
The Gun Club,
Radiohead,
Scientists,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nirvana,
Gang Starr,
Camouflage,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Smoke,
Dead Boys,
Neil Young,
X-102,
The Associates,
Sarah Menescal,
the Association,
Susan Cadogan,
the Normal,
Cecil Taylor,
Amon Düül,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aaron Thompson,
The Victims,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Public Enemy,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.