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 United States and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jeff Mills to the techno 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 Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba 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 chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Lungfish,
Al Stewart,
Grey Daturas,
Roger Hodgson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Reuben Wilson,
Albert Ayler,
Panda Bear,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Skatalites,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New York Dolls,
The Star Department,
Cecil Taylor,
Chris & Cosey,
X-102,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
FM Einheit,
Pantytec,
Scion,
The Mummies,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bauhaus,
The Birthday Party,
Judy Mowatt,
Aloha Tigers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barry Ungar,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dead C,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blancmange,
Aaron Thompson,
Delta 5,
John Cale,
the Germs,
Scratch Acid,
Visage,
Toni Rubio,
The Slackers,
The Music Machine,
Outsiders,
Bang On A Can,
F. McDonald,
The Doors,
Eric Copeland,
Glambeats Corp.,
Clear Light,
Faraquet,
Morten Harket,
Electric Prunes,
Ituana,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mad Mike,
The Durutti Column,
The Fugs,
Buzzcocks,
In Retrospect,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.