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 Canada and from London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rock 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Robert Hood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gabor Szabo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sound,
Mars,
Matthew Halsall,
Swans,
Gang Green,
X-Ray Spex,
Minutemen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare,
Maleditus Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Marine Girls,
The Stooges,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Idris Muhammad,
Kas Product,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Music Machine,
Niagra,
Sex Pistols,
Danielle Patucci,
Magma,
The Barracudas,
Sam Rivers,
Harry Pussy,
Brothers Johnson,
Arcadia,
Au Pairs,
Skaos,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Blackbyrds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amon Düül II,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Young Marble Giants,
Neu!,
Barrington Levy,
Quando Quango,
Skarface,
Lalann,
Tomorrow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Magazine,
Flash Fearless,
This Heat,
Procol Harum,
Echospace,
Cheater Slicks,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Womack,
UT,
The Grass Roots,
Massinfluence,
Cal Tjader,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.