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 Jordan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Spoonie Gee to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Rosa Yemen,
The Star Department,
World's Most,
Simply Red,
Neu!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Womack,
The Offenders,
The Flesh Eaters,
Freddie Wadling,
Subhumans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blancmange,
Model 500,
Pantytec,
The Cure,
Kenny Larkin,
Malaria!,
The Busters,
Minnie Riperton,
Andrew Hill,
Joyce Sims,
Bronski Beat,
Absolute Body Control,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
June of 44,
Sam Rivers,
Scrapy,
John Cale,
T. Rex,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bauhaus,
Japan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Laurel Aitken,
Scratch Acid,
Warren Ellis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Lyres,
Flamin' Groovies,
Man Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Royal Trux,
EPMD,
Pierre Henry,
Second Layer,
Al Stewart,
Crispy Ambulance,
Parry Music,
Mandrill,
Steve Hackett,
Lower 48,
Television,
The Happenings,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.