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 Croatia and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the electroclash 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Brick,
Johnny Clarke,
Tubeway Army,
Drexciya,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joyce Sims,
Symarip,
Bootsy Collins,
This Heat,
Graham Central Station,
Minnie Riperton,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nick Fraelich,
Suicide,
OOIOO,
ABBA,
Ultravox,
EPMD,
Idris Muhammad,
Radio Birdman,
Grauzone,
The Electric Prunes,
Agitation Free,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Donny Hathaway,
Parry Music,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Man Parrish,
Altered Images,
The Trojans,
Mad Mike,
The New Christs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-102,
David Axelrod,
Yusef Lateef,
Mandrill,
The Fugs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cramps,
Amon Düül,
Howard Jones,
The Red Krayola,
Hoover,
Crime,
Absolute Body Control,
Ohio Players,
Los Fastidios,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Green,
Mark Hollis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Bar-Kays,
June of 44,
Hashim,
Sex Pistols,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pulsallama,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.