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 Malta and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 MC5 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
The Gories,
Warsaw,
Don Cherry,
Blancmange,
the Association,
Loose Ends,
Dead Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scott Walker,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Wyatt,
Lindisfarne,
Brick,
X-101,
Ultravox,
Can,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thee Headcoats,
a-ha,
Fatback Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
Model 500,
Sound Behaviour,
Von Mondo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bauhaus,
Rites of Spring,
Rhythm & Sound,
Magazine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Outsiders,
Howard Jones,
Michelle Simonal,
Radio Birdman,
Junior Murvin,
Eddi Front,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Hardrive,
Donald Byrd,
Marvin Gaye,
Roxette,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neu!,
Gang of Four,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
CMW,
Ken Boothe,
E-Dancer,
Dark Day,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Silicon Teens,
The Skatalites,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.