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 Morocco and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Gladiators to the funk 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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Bananas,
Qualms,
Sonic Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Panda Bear,
Mr. Review,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Von Mondo,
Jeff Mills,
Kayak,
Kas Product,
Toni Rubio,
Metal Thangz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wally Richardson,
Royal Trux,
Agitation Free,
Nas,
Black Flag,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moss Icon,
Marmalade,
Duran Duran,
Smog,
Y Pants,
Janne Schatter,
New York Dolls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eve St. Jones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pussy Galore,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ice-T,
Unrelated Segments,
Crash Course in Science,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Electric Prunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter and Kerry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed,
One Last Wish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dual Sessions,
World's Most,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Leaves,
Archie Shepp,
Ultra Naté,
Vainqueur,
The Monks,
Camberwell Now,
H. Thieme,
Eurythmics,
Blake Baxter,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fuzztones,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.