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 Hungary and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Robert Palmer 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Dead Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
The Offenders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dave Clark Five,
D'Angelo,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mad Mike,
The Music Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
ABBA,
Pulsallama,
kango's stein massive,
The Five Americans,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rapeman,
Qualms,
Audionom,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Star Department,
Khruangbin,
The Fall,
Pet Shop Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gladiators,
Jawbox,
Joe Finger,
Funky Four + One,
Crash Course in Science,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sonics,
Second Layer,
Matthew Bourne,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Dolphy,
Aswad,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun City Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Fela Kuti,
Suicide,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Red Krayola,
John Holt,
New Age Steppers,
Letta Mbulu,
Absolute Body Control,
Technova,
Grey Daturas,
Royal Trux,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.