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 New Zealand and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Glenn Branca to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
The Associates,
DJ Style,
Main Source,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Standells,
Connie Case,
FM Einheit,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Andrew Hill,
Al Stewart,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Franke,
Simply Red,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Busters,
Moby Grape,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
Zapp,
In Retrospect,
Sex Pistols,
Q65,
Barrington Levy,
Archie Shepp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Holt,
Drexciya,
L. Decosne,
Soft Machine,
Sonic Youth,
New York Dolls,
Soulsonic Force,
Roxette,
Joensuu 1685,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Y Pants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scratch Acid,
Marvin Gaye,
Theoretical Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultra Naté,
The Neon Judgement,
T. Rex,
The Fire Engines,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Idris Muhammad,
Jacques Brel,
Derrick Morgan,
CMW,
Barry Ungar,
Model 500,
The Names,
Yaz,
Mr. Review,
Youth Brigade,
Heaven 17,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.