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 Ivory Coast and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sonny Sharrock to the rock 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Erasure,
Roy Ayers,
JFA,
Nik Kershaw,
Newcleus,
OOIOO,
The Mojo Men,
The Mummies,
The Move,
Spoonie Gee,
48th St. Collective,
Surgeon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nick Fraelich,
Nico,
The Cramps,
Tomorrow,
Marc Almond,
Babytalk,
DJ Sneak,
MC5,
Skriet,
Ossler,
Letta Mbulu,
The Birthday Party,
Junior Murvin,
Pole,
Mars,
One Last Wish,
Lucky Dragons,
Public Enemy,
Inner City,
the Swans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pagans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerri Chandler,
Metal Thangz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Delta 5,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yellowson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric Copeland,
The Evens,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boredoms,
Easy Going,
Glambeats Corp.,
Warren Ellis,
Y Pants,
The Durutti Column,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.