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 Vietnam and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Monolake to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Fad Gadget,
Young Marble Giants,
H. Thieme,
Sixth Finger,
The Busters,
Dawn Penn,
Ornette Coleman,
Severed Heads,
Nico,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gladiators,
The Victims,
The Young Rascals,
Minutemen,
Crooked Eye,
Altered Images,
Bush Tetras,
X-101,
Ludus,
Gang Starr,
Rapeman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Model 500,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Circle Jerks,
Kerrie Biddell,
A Certain Ratio,
D'Angelo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Junior Murvin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Country Teasers,
Danielle Patucci,
Skaos,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Echospace,
Erykah Badu,
Barry Ungar,
Camberwell Now,
Bronski Beat,
The Walker Brothers,
F. McDonald,
The Doors,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter and Kerry,
Blake Baxter,
UT,
Jacob Miller,
Ohio Players,
The Pop Group,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bauhaus,
R.M.O.,
Black Flag,
Bluetip,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.