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 Belize and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gichy Dan to the funk 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Nick Fraelich,
Darondo,
Peter and Kerry,
Susan Cadogan,
Television Personalities,
Dual Sessions,
Dark Day,
Boredoms,
Drive Like Jehu,
One Last Wish,
Andrew Hill,
The Blues Magoos,
Mars,
Jacques Brel,
Ultra Naté,
The Misunderstood,
Sam Rivers,
AZ,
Throbbing Gristle,
Television,
Q65,
Pussy Galore,
The Mojo Men,
Dennis Brown,
Hashim,
Pylon,
Guru Guru,
Warsaw,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
These Immortal Souls,
Groovy Waters,
Rakim,
Intrusion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brothers Johnson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pierre Henry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Massinfluence,
Reuben Wilson,
Bang On A Can,
This Heat,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Technova,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Coltrane,
Slick Rick,
Harmonia,
In Retrospect,
Masters at Work,
Radio Birdman,
Chrome,
Steve Hackett,
Stetsasonic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Duran Duran,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.