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 Lithuania and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sexual Harrassment to the techno 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
New Age Steppers,
Ponytail,
ABC,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Public Enemy,
Steve Hackett,
D'Angelo,
The Stooges,
Fluxion,
The Cowsills,
Depeche Mode,
Warsaw,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Bar-Kays,
Funkadelic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marc Almond,
the Human League,
Scrapy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pole,
Warren Ellis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
La Düsseldorf,
The Wake,
Johnny Clarke,
Liliput,
Alice Coltrane,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Raincoats,
The Searchers,
Dennis Brown,
OOIOO,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Unrelated Segments,
Siglo XX,
ABBA,
Sister Nancy,
Crime,
Jawbox,
Eric B and Rakim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deadbeat,
The Misunderstood,
Erykah Badu,
Oneida,
John Coltrane,
Skriet,
H. Thieme,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dead C,
Banda Bassotti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Michelle Simonal,
Unwound,
Joe Finger,
Black Pus,
Freddie Wadling,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.