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 Cambodia and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 American Breed to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Cale,
Harmonia,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Danielle Patucci,
X-102,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sound,
Blossom Toes,
The Slits,
The Standells,
The Busters,
L. Decosne,
Brothers Johnson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Tremeloes,
The Saints,
Archie Shepp,
Rosa Yemen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Leonard Cohen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marc Almond,
Crispy Ambulance,
JFA,
Robert Hood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moby Grape,
U.S. Maple,
48th St. Collective,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Christie,
Porter Ricks,
Audionom,
Bill Wells,
Chris & Cosey,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bush Tetras,
Zapp,
Nirvana,
The Black Dice,
The Monochrome Set,
Matthew Halsall,
Subhumans,
Motorama,
DJ Style,
The Residents,
Max Romeo,
Black Sheep,
Fela Kuti,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wally Richardson,
Boredoms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Erasure,
These Immortal Souls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.