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 Kiribati and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Index to the rock 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Motorama,
DNA,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lalann,
Avey Tare,
PIL,
Kerrie Biddell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Toasters,
The Red Krayola,
U.S. Maple,
Saccharine Trust,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool Moe Dee,
Agent Orange,
Pulsallama,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cybotron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Negative Approach,
Whodini,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sex Pistols,
Heaven 17,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minor Threat,
Bootsy Collins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Litter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bauhaus,
Oblivians,
Eric Copeland,
Skriet,
Ultravox,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June Days,
Hoover,
The Blues Magoos,
Aural Exciters,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Görl,
Aloha Tigers,
Sight & Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quantec,
The Motions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Howard Jones,
The Moody Blues,
B.T. Express,
F. McDonald,
Minnie Riperton,
Eli Mardock,
Khruangbin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.