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 Yemen and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 The Count Five to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
10cc,
Model 500,
Monks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Los Fastidios,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Delta 5,
PIL,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sonic Youth,
Minny Pops,
Black Sheep,
Porter Ricks,
Chris Corsano,
Massinfluence,
kango's stein massive,
Carl Craig,
Gang Green,
Drive Like Jehu,
The New Christs,
Newcleus,
A Certain Ratio,
Pantytec,
Y Pants,
Black Bananas,
Sällskapet,
Mantronix,
Oneida,
Mission of Burma,
The Young Rascals,
The Mummies,
JFA,
The Divine Comedy,
Aswad,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Monochrome Set,
Con Funk Shun,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Animal Collective,
Essential Logic,
June of 44,
Surgeon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radiopuhelimet,
Icehouse,
The Techniques,
Swans,
The Index,
Zero Boys,
Von Mondo,
Soulsonic Force,
Cameo,
Camberwell Now,
The Knickerbockers,
Wally Richardson,
Chris & Cosey,
Royal Trux,
Neil Young,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.