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 Jamaica and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Gregory Isaacs to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Essential Logic,
Little Man,
Groovy Waters,
Ken Boothe,
Royal Trux,
Deadbeat,
Cal Tjader,
Duran Duran,
Fugazi,
Gabor Szabo,
Zapp,
Harmonia,
Glenn Branca,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moebius,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dawn Penn,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Theoretical Girls,
Hashim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camouflage,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gap Band,
Tres Demented,
Yaz,
Easy Going,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arcadia,
Kerrie Biddell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scan 7,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Can,
A Certain Ratio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Big Daddy Kane,
EPMD,
Stereo Dub,
One Last Wish,
Funky Four + One,
Fatback Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Severed Heads,
Faraquet,
Ultravox,
Livin' Joy,
OOIOO,
Vainqueur,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boredoms,
Erasure,
The United States of America,
Ponytail,
The Beau Brummels,
Excepter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Moon,
Wolf Eyes,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.