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 France and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Schoolly D to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
The Five Americans,
Peter & Gordon,
The Leaves,
The Black Dice,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare,
DNA,
Icehouse,
Frankie Knuckles,
Freddie Wadling,
Susan Cadogan,
The Angels of Light,
The Trojans,
Soul II Soul,
In Retrospect,
Nik Kershaw,
AZ,
Sam Rivers,
Rod Modell,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Green,
The Zeros,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lindisfarne,
Babytalk,
Tim Buckley,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eddi Front,
Little Man,
Supertramp,
B.T. Express,
Throbbing Gristle,
Juan Atkins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maleditus Sound,
10cc,
Fat Boys,
MC5,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New Age Steppers,
Rosa Yemen,
Altered Images,
Fugazi,
Cluster,
Vladislav Delay,
Tres Demented,
X-102,
Neil Young,
Q65,
Essential Logic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Severed Heads,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Starr,
Animal Collective,
Fad Gadget,
Nils Olav,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.