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 Niger and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Young Rascals to the funk 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
The Music Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Alphaville,
Pantaleimon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eddi Front,
EPMD,
Swell Maps,
Flamin' Groovies,
OOIOO,
Kas Product,
Yusef Lateef,
Flipper,
Magma,
Y Pants,
Cal Tjader,
Minnie Riperton,
E-Dancer,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lakeside,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scientists,
The Litter,
Excepter,
Fluxion,
Trumans Water,
Jeru the Damaja,
Audionom,
Bob Dylan,
Nirvana,
Rosa Yemen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fortunes,
The Pop Group,
Fugazi,
The Angels of Light,
Shuggie Otis,
John Foxx,
The Kinks,
Eve St. Jones,
The Electric Prunes,
Bush Tetras,
UT,
Bill Near,
Donald Byrd,
Livin' Joy,
The Dead C,
Marvin Gaye,
Intrusion,
Los Fastidios,
Soulsonic Force,
X-102,
Johnny Osbourne,
Urselle,
Joey Negro,
The Smoke,
Wings,
The Last Poets,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fall,
Procol Harum,
Grauzone,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.