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 Oman and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Trojans to the disco 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Green,
Blancmange,
Arcadia,
Lindisfarne,
Maleditus Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cluster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Suburban Knight,
Mantronix,
Ornette Coleman,
T. Rex,
David Axelrod,
The Red Krayola,
Prince Buster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Agitation Free,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Residents,
Qualms,
FM Einheit,
L. Decosne,
Al Stewart,
Porter Ricks,
Derrick May,
The Move,
Aswad,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mummies,
Vainqueur,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Goldenarms,
The Martian,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kaleidoscope,
The Angels of Light,
The Vogues,
Erykah Badu,
Darondo,
David McCallum,
Outsiders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fela Kuti,
the Human League,
The Music Machine,
Radio Birdman,
X-101,
Banda Bassotti,
Hashim,
Yaz,
Silicon Teens,
Anthony Braxton,
John Cale,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Normal,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.