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 Costa Rica and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Knickerbockers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minutemen,
Desert Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alphaville,
Depeche Mode,
Flash Fearless,
Adolescents,
Radio Birdman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ohio Players,
Quadrant,
10cc,
June of 44,
Derrick May,
The Real Kids,
Ornette Coleman,
Model 500,
Pagans,
E-Dancer,
The Count Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Bar-Kays,
Brass Construction,
The Star Department,
John Lydon,
Sex Pistols,
Freddie Wadling,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mantronix,
Nils Olav,
Joy Division,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare,
Clear Light,
Eurythmics,
JFA,
Slick Rick,
Jeff Lynne,
Jacques Brel,
Liliput,
The Seeds,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Young Rascals,
Camberwell Now,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moby Grape,
Sugar Minott,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Five Americans,
AZ,
Ponytail,
Wolf Eyes,
Mars,
Joe Smooth,
Sarah Menescal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
The Victims,
Television Personalities,
Maleditus Sound,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.