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 Tonga and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 The Martian 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Agitation Free,
The Vogues,
Cluster,
Maurizio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fad Gadget,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Divine Comedy,
John Foxx,
Animal Collective,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Kinks,
Marc Almond,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Au Pairs,
Lungfish,
The Neon Judgement,
Don Cherry,
Roger Hodgson,
Minnie Riperton,
Yusef Lateef,
China Crisis,
Terry Callier,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wally Richardson,
The Evens,
Sandy B,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeff Mills,
The Smiths,
June of 44,
Sexual Harrassment,
Theoretical Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacob Miller,
Tres Demented,
Quantec,
Sun Ra,
Bad Manners,
Marine Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sugar Minott,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Junior Murvin,
Henry Cow,
Metal Thangz,
The Victims,
Bobby Womack,
Massinfluence,
Black Pus,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Bar-Kays,
PIL,
Gong,
Black Moon,
Bob Dylan,
Minutemen,
Ultravox,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.