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 Sudan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 The Residents to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
UT,
Marc Almond,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultra Naté,
Icehouse,
The Leaves,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman,
Alice Coltrane,
Q65,
Lalann,
The Walker Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Max Romeo,
Easy Going,
Tubeway Army,
Slave,
Aaron Thompson,
Glambeats Corp.,
ABC,
The Gun Club,
Circle Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Normal,
Iggy Pop,
The Names,
Depeche Mode,
The Birthday Party,
Porter Ricks,
Ultimate Spinach,
James White and The Blacks,
Dead Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed,
The Move,
kango's stein massive,
Sparks,
Altered Images,
Gabor Szabo,
Barbara Tucker,
MC5,
Kas Product,
Soul II Soul,
Ronan,
Aural Exciters,
Ossler,
The Associates,
Piero Umiliani,
Howard Jones,
Harry Pussy,
The Residents,
Panda Bear,
Banda Bassotti,
Prince Buster,
Derrick Morgan,
New Age Steppers,
Tomorrow,
Gang Starr,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.