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 Japan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Sixth Finger,
Young Marble Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Monochrome Set,
B.T. Express,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
A Certain Ratio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Man Parrish,
Sun City Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Starr,
Gabor Szabo,
Deepchord,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Barracudas,
Metal Thangz,
T. Rex,
Connie Case,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Faust,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric Dolphy,
Rakim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mad Mike,
Soft Cell,
Trumans Water,
Television,
Newcleus,
The Dead C,
The Fugs,
Marc Almond,
Roxette,
Glambeats Corp.,
Supertramp,
Agitation Free,
Donny Hathaway,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Silicon Teens,
Icehouse,
The Busters,
Jeff Lynne,
Roxy Music,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Five Americans,
Bang On A Can,
Sister Nancy,
the Germs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Magma,
Yazoo,
Babytalk,
Aloha Tigers,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Pop Group,
Crash Course in Science,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.