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 Namibia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 David Bowie 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 Delon & Dalcan to the grime 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Moody Blues,
Yazoo,
Massinfluence,
Amazonics,
Newcleus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Q and Not U,
Joe Finger,
The Gories,
James White and The Blacks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terry Callier,
Zapp,
The Last Poets,
The Martian,
Crime,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Anthony Braxton,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fat Boys,
Jandek,
ABC,
the Association,
cv313,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Gang Dance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fortunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Residents,
The Evens,
Black Moon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The J.B.'s,
Lakeside,
H. Thieme,
The Doors,
E-Dancer,
Crooked Eye,
Funkadelic,
Arab on Radar,
Visage,
Sonic Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Tremeloes,
John Cale,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Hood,
OOIOO,
Peter and Kerry,
Rufus Thomas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fluxion,
Quadrant,
Grandmaster Flash,
These Immortal Souls,
Blancmange,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Warren Ellis,
Basic Channel,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.