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 Vanuatu and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Minutemen to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Scion,
Drexciya,
Sällskapet,
Procol Harum,
Wally Richardson,
Sight & Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bill Near,
Rod Modell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mr. Review,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blake Baxter,
The Gap Band,
The Skatalites,
In Retrospect,
Whodini,
Pierre Henry,
Lungfish,
Main Source,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joy Division,
Motorama,
Soulsonic Force,
Excepter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Patti Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
The Pop Group,
The Blues Magoos,
the Sonics,
Ultravox,
Tres Demented,
Funkadelic,
Gichy Dan,
The Last Poets,
Stiv Bators,
Cecil Taylor,
Yellowson,
Cameo,
Derrick May,
Lindisfarne,
UT,
Skarface,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Copeland,
Fela Kuti,
Rufus Thomas,
Little Man,
Pagans,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sound,
MDC,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.