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 Syria and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Flesh Eaters to the rock 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ice-T,
Desert Stars,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ludus,
The Fire Engines,
the Slits,
Graham Central Station,
Tommy Roe,
Los Fastidios,
Pere Ubu,
Subhumans,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cluster,
Josef K,
Monks,
Whodini,
K-Klass,
Bauhaus,
Nas,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Velvet Underground,
Electric Prunes,
Kaleidoscope,
U.S. Maple,
Rakim,
Joey Negro,
The Gap Band,
The J.B.'s,
Cybotron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tears for Fears,
The Detroit Cobras,
CMW,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alphaville,
Crime,
Wally Richardson,
Heaven 17,
DJ Style,
Popol Vuh,
Maleditus Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Delon & Dalcan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Todd Rundgren,
Lalann,
The Stooges,
Ponytail,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Parry Music,
Thompson Twins,
Ituana,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minutemen,
The Doors,
Kurtis Blow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.