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 Rwanda and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 The Victims to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Womack,
Silicon Teens,
The Saints,
Eddi Front,
James White and The Blacks,
Sight & Sound,
10cc,
Soft Machine,
The Doors,
Tommy Roe,
Mad Mike,
Godley & Creme,
Deepchord,
The Raincoats,
The Busters,
The Black Dice,
Eric Dolphy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ossler,
MDC,
Avey Tare,
Toni Rubio,
Ituana,
Bizarre Inc.,
Television Personalities,
KRS-One,
Joy Division,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Offenders,
Sugar Minott,
Blake Baxter,
Hoover,
The Birthday Party,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Real Kids,
David Axelrod,
Motorama,
Barry Ungar,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Wake,
Ronnie Foster,
Sixth Finger,
Zapp,
Pere Ubu,
Schoolly D,
Scratch Acid,
Mo-Dettes,
Technova,
David McCallum,
Adolescents,
Masters at Work,
Funkadelic,
Spandau Ballet,
Mantronix,
Joe Smooth,
Black Moon,
The Happenings,
Joensuu 1685,
World's Most,
Country Joe & The Fish,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.