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 Sudan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Amon Düül to the rap 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
The Vogues,
Duran Duran,
Pantaleimon,
Chris Corsano,
Brand Nubian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amazonics,
Jeff Mills,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric Copeland,
Tom Boy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Associates,
The Black Dice,
One Last Wish,
the Fania All-Stars,
June of 44,
Lyres,
Fluxion,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dave Clark Five,
E-Dancer,
Fatback Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Newcleus,
Yellowson,
Blake Baxter,
Public Enemy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Byron Stingily,
Aaron Thompson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arthur Verocai,
Camberwell Now,
The Tremeloes,
Wasted Youth,
Black Sheep,
Marvin Gaye,
The Beau Brummels,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultravox,
Hasil Adkins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Basic Channel,
Godley & Creme,
Soft Cell,
The Blues Magoos,
the Germs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Clear Light,
Minny Pops,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mr. Review,
This Heat,
The Selecter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
8 Eyed Spy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Whodini,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.