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 Norway and from New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 AZ to the electroclash 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Deakin,
Absolute Body Control,
the Sonics,
Mantronix,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cramps,
John Holt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Heaven 17,
the Normal,
Rites of Spring,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oneida,
Stetsasonic,
Nils Olav,
Camberwell Now,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mr. Review,
Robert Görl,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Green,
Sällskapet,
The Fall,
John Coltrane,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Barracudas,
Tubeway Army,
Girls At Our Best!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crime,
ABC,
The Litter,
Flash Fearless,
The Music Machine,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The J.B.'s,
Tommy Roe,
Agitation Free,
John Cale,
Rosa Yemen,
Circle Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Loose Ends,
The Black Dice,
Swell Maps,
Khruangbin,
Wally Richardson,
Freddie Wadling,
Susan Cadogan,
Grey Daturas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Velvet Underground,
Leonard Cohen,
The Offenders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
LL Cool J,
Mission of Burma,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.