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 Korea South and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Janne Schatter to the rock 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Black Sheep,
ABC,
Freddie Wadling,
Jerry's Kids,
The Associates,
Cluster,
Alice Coltrane,
Infiniti,
Pole,
Funky Four + One,
Don Cherry,
Howard Jones,
Carl Craig,
Joe Smooth,
The Move,
Agitation Free,
Panda Bear,
Rakim,
Outsiders,
Scott Walker,
Khruangbin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Red Krayola,
Skarface,
Spoonie Gee,
Cal Tjader,
Sun City Girls,
Roxette,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dead C,
Lucky Dragons,
Metal Thangz,
Japan,
Arab on Radar,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Byrd,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dave Gahan,
Bootsy Collins,
Y Pants,
John Cale,
UT,
The Dave Clark Five,
Glenn Branca,
Flipper,
Chris & Cosey,
Slick Rick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Angry Samoans,
Blancmange,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fela Kuti,
The United States of America,
The Gladiators,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.