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 Egypt and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Unrelated Segments to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
The Fire Engines,
Morten Harket,
Cluster,
La Düsseldorf,
Rakim,
Basic Channel,
Los Fastidios,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mummies,
Junior Murvin,
Malaria!,
Organ,
Thompson Twins,
ABBA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
OOIOO,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young,
Marc Almond,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Christie,
Pantytec,
The Music Machine,
The Stooges,
Iggy Pop,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blancmange,
Smog,
Japan,
Tim Buckley,
Amazonics,
The Doors,
Symarip,
Man Parrish,
Procol Harum,
PIL,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minny Pops,
Rod Modell,
Ultravox,
Zero Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Pretty Things,
In Retrospect,
Radiohead,
Byron Stingily,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nico,
Stockholm Monsters,
Darondo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Danielle Patucci,
Sam Rivers,
Ken Boothe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bauhaus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Unrelated Segments,
Donny Hathaway,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.