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 Lithuania and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Big Daddy Kane,
Faust,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soft Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Television,
Easy Going,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Tremeloes,
Rotary Connection,
Moebius,
Steve Hackett,
The United States of America,
Groovy Waters,
Scratch Acid,
Terry Callier,
The Modern Lovers,
Country Teasers,
Matthew Bourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter and Kerry,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Sonics,
L. Decosne,
Graham Central Station,
Ornette Coleman,
Newcleus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Misunderstood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Donny Hathaway,
The American Breed,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Glenn Branca,
FM Einheit,
Icehouse,
Bill Near,
Symarip,
Dave Gahan,
Mantronix,
Blake Baxter,
Wolf Eyes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sly & The Family Stone,
T.S.O.L.,
Technova,
Deakin,
Harmonia,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barry Ungar,
Piero Umiliani,
Massinfluence,
8 Eyed Spy,
Desert Stars,
Oblivians,
Barrington Levy,
Subhumans,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.