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 Rwanda and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Monks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flipper,
Technova,
Pulsallama,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Von Mondo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mad Mike,
Amazonics,
Thompson Twins,
The Doors,
Avey Tare,
Pierre Henry,
The Divine Comedy,
Graham Central Station,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Babytalk,
Hoover,
The Beau Brummels,
The Names,
Flash Fearless,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scrapy,
H. Thieme,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joyce Sims,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bush Tetras,
The Techniques,
The Alarm Clocks,
Piero Umiliani,
Skaos,
DJ Sneak,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Golliwogs,
Sam Rivers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Simply Red,
Deepchord,
Pylon,
The Five Americans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
June of 44,
Erykah Badu,
Peter and Kerry,
Derrick Morgan,
Shuggie Otis,
Sugar Minott,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Visage,
Skriet,
Brand Nubian,
Country Joe & The Fish,
E-Dancer,
Kayak,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.