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 Argentina and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Rhythm & Sound to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Franke,
Sandy B,
Cal Tjader,
Youth Brigade,
Throbbing Gristle,
Supertramp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Halsall,
Godley & Creme,
Alison Limerick,
Pierre Henry,
the Germs,
The Human League,
Jacob Miller,
Monolake,
Blossom Toes,
Trumans Water,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skarface,
Bobby Byrd,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Görl,
DJ Style,
Soft Machine,
Roxette,
Harry Pussy,
Fat Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doors,
Model 500,
Mad Mike,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Can,
Barry Ungar,
The Birthday Party,
Slick Rick,
Infiniti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Shoche,
John Holt,
Sonic Youth,
Schoolly D,
Masters at Work,
Kurtis Blow,
Barrington Levy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jandek,
Marvin Gaye,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thee Headcoats,
Boredoms,
David Bowie,
The Offenders,
Danielle Patucci,
Skriet,
Yazoo,
Prince Buster,
Adolescents,
Average White Band,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.