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 Bahrain and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Man Parrish to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Walker Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Suicide,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Absolute Body Control,
Darondo,
DJ Sneak,
The Searchers,
Arab on Radar,
Procol Harum,
K-Klass,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Y Pants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fugs,
Warren Ellis,
Audionom,
Sarah Menescal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rites of Spring,
Eric Dolphy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Tremeloes,
X-Ray Spex,
Faraquet,
Sam Rivers,
10cc,
Moss Icon,
The Red Krayola,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Holt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Monolake,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Skatalites,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Magma,
Kas Product,
Deepchord,
Bush Tetras,
Soul II Soul,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Johnny Clarke,
Minnie Riperton,
Trumans Water,
Fatback Band,
Janne Schatter,
Cluster,
Hashim,
John Lydon,
Pierre Henry,
Althea and Donna,
Black Pus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.