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 Tonga and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the techno 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Liliput,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Invisible,
Young Marble Giants,
Bang On A Can,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
One Last Wish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Fat Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Duran Duran,
Pierre Henry,
Aural Exciters,
Deakin,
Saccharine Trust,
Scrapy,
Jacques Brel,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Prunes,
Barry Ungar,
The Gladiators,
These Immortal Souls,
Slick Rick,
Yellowson,
Tears for Fears,
Pole,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lucky Dragons,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kas Product,
The Fugs,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric Dolphy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kenny Larkin,
Absolute Body Control,
Surgeon,
Ituana,
Mark Hollis,
LL Cool J,
Al Stewart,
Tom Boy,
Reagan Youth,
AZ,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Sherman,
Magazine,
Neil Young,
David McCallum,
Can,
Ludus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hot Snakes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
H. Thieme,
Minny Pops,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.