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 Bhutan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Wake to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Sugar Minott,
David Axelrod,
Robert Görl,
F. McDonald,
Thee Headcoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Style,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Intrusion,
Alphaville,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Basic Channel,
Graham Central Station,
Tom Boy,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New York Dolls,
X-Ray Spex,
Parry Music,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Wyatt,
Ituana,
Siglo XX,
The Dead C,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boredoms,
Carl Craig,
Sällskapet,
Ornette Coleman,
Fad Gadget,
Babytalk,
Crash Course in Science,
Howard Jones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flash Fearless,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lucky Dragons,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cure,
Matthew Halsall,
Newcleus,
Brass Construction,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barrington Levy,
Althea and Donna,
Eric Copeland,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bill Near,
The Selecter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Monks,
Monolake,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Don Cherry,
Negative Approach,
Tres Demented,
Con Funk Shun,
Grey Daturas,
The Young Rascals,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.