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 Fiji and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Goldenarms to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Anthony Braxton,
One Last Wish,
The Leaves,
Bauhaus,
Shoche,
Kayak,
Bobby Byrd,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skriet,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fear,
David Bowie,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sarah Menescal,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare,
The Vogues,
Minnie Riperton,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lakeside,
Saccharine Trust,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Busters,
The Pretty Things,
Swans,
Stetsasonic,
Juan Atkins,
The Count Five,
Scrapy,
Scan 7,
Anakelly,
Brothers Johnson,
Amon Düül II,
Faust,
Agitation Free,
Agent Orange,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David Axelrod,
Throbbing Gristle,
James White and The Blacks,
Barrington Levy,
Fela Kuti,
Minor Threat,
Q65,
the Soft Cell,
Little Man,
Rhythm & Sound,
Simply Red,
Dual Sessions,
The American Breed,
Gabor Szabo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grey Daturas,
Minny Pops,
Fluxion,
Banda Bassotti,
Delta 5,
The Techniques,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.