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 Senegal and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Jacques Brel to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Soft Machine,
Yellowson,
The Fortunes,
Goldenarms,
Shoche,
Man Parrish,
The Slackers,
The Index,
Joy Division,
Monolake,
Kas Product,
Davy DMX,
Jeff Mills,
Urselle,
Matthew Bourne,
Danielle Patucci,
a-ha,
Roy Ayers,
Little Man,
Connie Case,
Excepter,
Thompson Twins,
June of 44,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amon Düül,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
Flipper,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arthur Verocai,
B.T. Express,
Monks,
Half Japanese,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ronnie Foster,
Minor Threat,
UT,
Intrusion,
Unrelated Segments,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bad Manners,
Cluster,
Letta Mbulu,
Cameo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Index,
The Fugs,
The Beau Brummels,
Sex Pistols,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Neon Judgement,
K-Klass,
Arcadia,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Malaria!,
Cal Tjader,
Black Flag,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.