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 Sri Lanka and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Peter & Gordon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grey Daturas,
The Red Krayola,
KRS-One,
Kas Product,
Cheater Slicks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Henry Cow,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeff Lynne,
Deakin,
Pole,
Jandek,
the Normal,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pantaleimon,
Lalann,
Tropical Tobacco,
U.S. Maple,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sex Pistols,
Cluster,
T. Rex,
Radiopuhelimet,
Davy DMX,
Adolescents,
The Walker Brothers,
Skriet,
The Divine Comedy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Von Mondo,
Massinfluence,
The Five Americans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Graham Central Station,
Scan 7,
Janne Schatter,
Dennis Brown,
The Blues Magoos,
Arcadia,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Invisible,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The American Breed,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Surgeon,
Hasil Adkins,
Sound Behaviour,
Pulsallama,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alphaville,
Magma,
Danielle Patucci,
Blossom Toes,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.