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 Madagascar and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vogues to the dance 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jandek,
The Pretty Things,
Nik Kershaw,
The Moleskins,
The Knickerbockers,
Rakim,
Funky Four + One,
Peter & Gordon,
Icehouse,
Ten City,
U.S. Maple,
Duran Duran,
Soft Machine,
Pylon,
Warren Ellis,
Mark Hollis,
The Angels of Light,
The New Christs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Order,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Urselle,
Symarip,
Fear,
Gastr Del Sol,
Derrick Morgan,
Gichy Dan,
Ice-T,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Todd Rundgren,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Graham Central Station,
Groovy Waters,
Pussy Galore,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra,
Unwound,
The Skatalites,
Khruangbin,
Kurtis Blow,
JFA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
John Foxx,
Sällskapet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kerri Chandler,
The Move,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grandmaster Flash,
48th St. Collective,
The Wake,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sonics,
Negative Approach,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sixth Finger,
The Cure,
Guru Guru,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.