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 Papua New Guinea and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Moss Icon to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deadbeat,
The Leaves,
Underground Resistance,
Neil Young,
ABBA,
Andrew Hill,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang On A Can,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Interpol,
Howard Jones,
Colin Newman,
Donald Byrd,
Pagans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Hood,
The Evens,
Soul II Soul,
Pantytec,
The Count Five,
Joyce Sims,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra,
Ohio Players,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dark Day,
Cluster,
The Vogues,
Stockholm Monsters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Section 25,
Urselle,
The Skatalites,
The Searchers,
Grey Daturas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Moon,
KRS-One,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kas Product,
Scratch Acid,
Derrick May,
Wings,
Blossom Toes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tim Buckley,
Niagra,
Desert Stars,
The Doors,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gichy Dan,
The Blues Magoos,
Pere Ubu,
The Gladiators,
Godley & Creme,
Y Pants,
Sparks,
Johnny Clarke,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.