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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kevin Saunderson to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Can,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quadrant,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skarface,
the Germs,
Black Sheep,
James White and The Blacks,
Basic Channel,
Scott Walker,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Trumans Water,
Ohio Players,
Yazoo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Don Cherry,
Lalann,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Swell Maps,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nick Fraelich,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cramps,
Subhumans,
Lower 48,
Guru Guru,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soft Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cameo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scratch Acid,
Desert Stars,
Tres Demented,
Godley & Creme,
Masters at Work,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Procol Harum,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moss Icon,
The Dave Clark Five,
June Days,
The Shadows of Knight,
Henry Cow,
Man Eating Sloth,
AZ,
Youth Brigade,
Scientists,
David Axelrod,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amon Düül II,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Charles Mingus,
John Holt,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.