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 Kenya and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Faust to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moebius,
Al Stewart,
Wings,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Rundgren,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The American Breed,
Hasil Adkins,
Anakelly,
Soul II Soul,
Radio Birdman,
Tomorrow,
The Slackers,
Little Man,
T.S.O.L.,
Heaven 17,
Barrington Levy,
Eden Ahbez,
The Moleskins,
The Cure,
Surgeon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harry Pussy,
Ultra Naté,
Piero Umiliani,
James White and The Blacks,
Graham Central Station,
Michelle Simonal,
Deepchord,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New Order,
Bob Dylan,
the Normal,
Television,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Steve Hackett,
Alice Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
Ponytail,
Country Teasers,
John Cale,
Marine Girls,
Model 500,
Susan Cadogan,
Wolf Eyes,
John Lydon,
Lower 48,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lindisfarne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nick Fraelich,
Youth Brigade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Drexciya,
Trumans Water,
Eve St. Jones,
MC5,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.