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 Benin and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Arthur Verocai to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
48th St. Collective,
Los Fastidios,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boredoms,
Wally Richardson,
Index,
F. McDonald,
New Order,
Con Funk Shun,
Byron Stingily,
kango's stein massive,
Susan Cadogan,
Siglo XX,
Ultravox,
Fugazi,
The Grass Roots,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Letta Mbulu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Popol Vuh,
Saccharine Trust,
Lalann,
The Offenders,
Thee Headcoats,
The Monochrome Set,
The Black Dice,
Clear Light,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Wyatt,
Roger Hodgson,
Zero Boys,
the Germs,
Liliput,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeff Lynne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Birthday Party,
Morten Harket,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Spoonie Gee,
Freddie Wadling,
La Düsseldorf,
Porter Ricks,
The Gladiators,
Trumans Water,
Scott Walker,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Silicon Teens,
Joyce Sims,
Cybotron,
David Bowie,
Shuggie Otis,
Suicide,
Glenn Branca,
Make Up,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.