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 Vanuatu and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Grandmaster Flash to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Magma,
Sly & The Family Stone,
CMW,
Camberwell Now,
The Young Rascals,
Moss Icon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Heaven 17,
Rakim,
Chris Corsano,
The Moleskins,
The Last Poets,
The Doors,
Pierre Henry,
Adolescents,
Minutemen,
Joe Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David McCallum,
Donald Byrd,
Dave Gahan,
Franke,
The Associates,
Subhumans,
Althea and Donna,
A Certain Ratio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Liliput,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vainqueur,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nico,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Happenings,
Soul Sonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
Agitation Free,
The Blues Magoos,
The Monochrome Set,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Schoolly D,
Jandek,
Tubeway Army,
Quadrant,
Fear,
The Invisible,
Royal Trux,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yazoo,
The Gap Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Clear Light,
China Crisis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Essential Logic,
Main Source,
Can,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.