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 Tuvalu and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kerri Chandler to the punk 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Ohio Players,
The Gap Band,
Babytalk,
Tropical Tobacco,
Delta 5,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott Heron,
Guru Guru,
Pierre Henry,
Tres Demented,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Negative Approach,
Kaleidoscope,
Radio Birdman,
Vainqueur,
The Selecter,
The Gories,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Buzzcocks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moby Grape,
Circle Jerks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dennis Brown,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flipper,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sound Behaviour,
Magazine,
Index,
Slave,
Hardrive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Buckinghams,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Dead Boys,
The Busters,
The Count Five,
Gang of Four,
H. Thieme,
Mission of Burma,
a-ha,
The Divine Comedy,
Zero Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Dual Sessions,
the Germs,
DJ Style,
Crooked Eye,
Quadrant,
Toni Rubio,
The Fortunes,
The Fire Engines,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare,
Slick Rick,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Clarke,
Faraquet,
Depeche Mode,
Junior Murvin,
Trumans Water,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.