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 China and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Babytalk to the rock 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Erykah Badu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Evens,
The Blues Magoos,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slackers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Byron Stingily,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sister Nancy,
The Index,
Gregory Isaacs,
Unrelated Segments,
The Martian,
Bill Near,
Vainqueur,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ponytail,
Pagans,
Khruangbin,
Mad Mike,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hot Snakes,
X-Ray Spex,
Jandek,
Bluetip,
Bobby Byrd,
Soul II Soul,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Cale,
Scan 7,
The Angels of Light,
Soft Cell,
Darondo,
Desert Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Hood,
The Victims,
Hardrive,
La Düsseldorf,
Yellowson,
Model 500,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Birthday Party,
Jimmy McGriff,
UT,
Leonard Cohen,
Yusef Lateef,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aloha Tigers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cowsills,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
China Crisis,
Quando Quango,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.