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 Ireland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Al Stewart 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Glenn Branca,
The Smoke,
The Grass Roots,
Todd Terry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Young Rascals,
The Selecter,
The Fugs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
James White and The Blacks,
Underground Resistance,
World's Most,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Todd Rundgren,
Subhumans,
Grey Daturas,
Talk Talk,
Animal Collective,
Hot Snakes,
David Axelrod,
The Black Dice,
Charles Mingus,
Albert Ayler,
Sex Pistols,
Byron Stingily,
The Moody Blues,
Sam Rivers,
Ituana,
Erasure,
The Cure,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Audionom,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Davy DMX,
Sixth Finger,
Roxette,
Cameo,
Sonic Youth,
The Trojans,
Newcleus,
ABC,
Pere Ubu,
Minor Threat,
Agitation Free,
Dave Gahan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fat Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nirvana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tropical Tobacco,
Whodini,
China Crisis,
Gang Green,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Stooges,
Slick Rick,
kango's stein massive,
Easy Going,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.