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 Australia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 E-Dancer to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Yellowson,
Silicon Teens,
Moebius,
Bobby Sherman,
Tomorrow,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Vogues,
Unwound,
Radiohead,
The Techniques,
Organ,
The Last Poets,
Half Japanese,
Parry Music,
a-ha,
Warsaw,
Albert Ayler,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soft Cell,
In Retrospect,
Tim Buckley,
Michelle Simonal,
Quando Quango,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cheater Slicks,
Joe Smooth,
The Slackers,
The Tremeloes,
A Certain Ratio,
John Cale,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Interpol,
Cal Tjader,
Minnie Riperton,
Magazine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gladiators,
Spoonie Gee,
Donald Byrd,
Joe Finger,
Hashim,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed,
The Velvet Underground,
Swell Maps,
Scrapy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Toni Rubio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
EPMD,
Kayak,
Amon Düül,
Joey Negro,
Stetsasonic,
The Gun Club,
Eden Ahbez,
The Invisible,
Lebanon Hanover,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.