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 Congo and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Beau Brummels to the disco 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Loose Ends,
Skriet,
Procol Harum,
Hoover,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bluetip,
Jerry's Kids,
Ohio Players,
Hasil Adkins,
Fluxion,
Stiv Bators,
The Saints,
Los Fastidios,
Nation of Ulysses,
Maurizio,
Marvin Gaye,
Sarah Menescal,
Slick Rick,
The Golliwogs,
Joey Negro,
Von Mondo,
New York Dolls,
Laurel Aitken,
Donald Byrd,
Minor Threat,
The Smoke,
Marine Girls,
New Order,
Peter & Gordon,
Goldenarms,
Inner City,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
R.M.O.,
Mantronix,
The Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
the Normal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scrapy,
Jandek,
Mandrill,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultra Naté,
Michelle Simonal,
David Bowie,
Andrew Hill,
Pylon,
The Fugs,
Echospace,
In Retrospect,
Smog,
Sound Behaviour,
Monolake,
Tom Boy,
Bill Near,
Negative Approach,
The Gories,
Bang On A Can,
Dennis Brown,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.