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 Japan and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cure to the rap 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Mandrill,
Chrome,
A Flock of Seagulls,
In Retrospect,
The Barracudas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Moleskins,
The Buckinghams,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Unrelated Segments,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Organ,
Ponytail,
The Residents,
Adolescents,
Arcadia,
The Black Dice,
FM Einheit,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yazoo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Warsaw,
Roger Hodgson,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Sneak,
Radio Birdman,
La Düsseldorf,
The Skatalites,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
PIL,
The United States of America,
The Smoke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deakin,
The Kinks,
Outsiders,
Leonard Cohen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fortunes,
the Slits,
AZ,
Dennis Brown,
Chris Corsano,
The Move,
Porter Ricks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hashim,
Groovy Waters,
ABBA,
John Lydon,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick May,
Thee Headcoats,
The Trojans,
Quadrant,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Make Up,
Charles Mingus,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.