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 Slovakia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Normal,
Amon Düül,
The Monochrome Set,
Eve St. Jones,
Easy Going,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
Lalann,
Pierre Henry,
Banda Bassotti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Young Rascals,
Mark Hollis,
Ludus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
Mo-Dettes,
Rekid,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fluxion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantytec,
Monks,
Hot Snakes,
The Walker Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Half Japanese,
Country Teasers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
CMW,
Gang Green,
Malaria!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thompson Twins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kenny Larkin,
Roxette,
The Skatalites,
Popol Vuh,
Roger Hodgson,
Bush Tetras,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sex Pistols,
Minny Pops,
Clear Light,
Rapeman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Toasters,
Model 500,
Kool Moe Dee,
Maurizio,
B.T. Express,
Funkadelic,
The Doors,
Arab on Radar,
The Saints,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.