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 Togo and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the disco 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Funkadelic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Au Pairs,
Section 25,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Junior Murvin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Main Source,
Isaac Hayes,
Gong,
R.M.O.,
Warren Ellis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Morten Harket,
Todd Terry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Sonics,
Rosa Yemen,
Clear Light,
Banda Bassotti,
Jacques Brel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter and Kerry,
Marc Almond,
The Last Poets,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eden Ahbez,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yazoo,
Groovy Waters,
The Mummies,
The Move,
Lou Reed,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lakeside,
Urselle,
The New Christs,
The Blues Magoos,
Royal Trux,
Johnny Clarke,
Inner City,
Roy Ayers,
Dead Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Moby Grape,
Index,
Godley & Creme,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nas,
Faraquet,
Sandy B,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Buzzcocks,
Audionom,
Vainqueur,
Alice Coltrane,
Laurel Aitken,
The Walker Brothers,
Maurizio,
JFA,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.