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 Uruguay and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Bang On A Can to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
This Heat,
Young Marble Giants,
The Motions,
Jandek,
Janne Schatter,
The Standells,
Black Sheep,
Niagra,
Cameo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Organ,
Andrew Hill,
Fela Kuti,
L. Decosne,
X-Ray Spex,
Barry Ungar,
Alison Limerick,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lungfish,
Fatback Band,
David Axelrod,
Amazonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wally Richardson,
The Index,
Symarip,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jacob Miller,
Funky Four + One,
Schoolly D,
Letta Mbulu,
Model 500,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Modern Lovers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric Dolphy,
Mad Mike,
Yazoo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fugazi,
Girls At Our Best!,
Don Cherry,
Peter & Gordon,
The Music Machine,
Masters at Work,
Adolescents,
Max Romeo,
The Pretty Things,
Ituana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camouflage,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hardrive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.