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 Thailand and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Flamin' Groovies to the rock 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Bill Wells,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Outsiders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stetsasonic,
Barry Ungar,
Saccharine Trust,
Suburban Knight,
Iggy Pop,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Slave,
Jacques Brel,
the Normal,
Agent Orange,
The Shadows of Knight,
Icehouse,
Sixth Finger,
Harry Pussy,
In Retrospect,
John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ten City,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cheater Slicks,
Khruangbin,
Procol Harum,
Sight & Sound,
Suicide,
Ponytail,
Eric B and Rakim,
ABC,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Moon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Charles Mingus,
Funkadelic,
World's Most,
Fluxion,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeff Mills,
Nick Fraelich,
The Slackers,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Black Dice,
Qualms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Malaria!,
Juan Atkins,
David McCallum,
Deepchord,
Cameo,
Piero Umiliani,
Delon & Dalcan,
OOIOO,
Gang Starr,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pantaleimon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.