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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alice Coltrane to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yellowson,
Eric Dolphy,
Outsiders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rites of Spring,
Lalann,
Nas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cure,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monks,
Mr. Review,
Lakeside,
The Saints,
Sixth Finger,
Harmonia,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kevin Saunderson,
JFA,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blossom Toes,
Dave Gahan,
Pere Ubu,
Jacob Miller,
The New Christs,
Duran Duran,
Agitation Free,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Starr,
Delta 5,
Soulsonic Force,
Anakelly,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Half Japanese,
Blancmange,
Can,
Gang of Four,
Silicon Teens,
Scott Walker,
Fad Gadget,
The United States of America,
Au Pairs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Icehouse,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gories,
Soul II Soul,
Rakim,
ABC,
Little Man,
Sun Ra,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Stooges,
The Fugs,
Dark Day,
Skaos,
The Last Poets,
cv313,
Royal Trux,
Terry Callier,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.