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 Finland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Moby Grape to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
K-Klass,
Audionom,
Glenn Branca,
Leonard Cohen,
Minnie Riperton,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Invisible,
Jesper Dahlback,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Durutti Column,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
E-Dancer,
The Busters,
James White and The Blacks,
Au Pairs,
the Bar-Kays,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Cale,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Moleskins,
Average White Band,
Desert Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roger Hodgson,
Bill Wells,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hoover,
Susan Cadogan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Christie,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wally Richardson,
Spoonie Gee,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Visage,
Gang of Four,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tubeway Army,
Nas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
Intrusion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Basic Channel,
Das Ding,
B.T. Express,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hardrive,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Guru Guru,
Kerri Chandler,
Barry Ungar,
Rufus Thomas,
Joensuu 1685,
Flipper,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.